#its easy to laugh but jesus christ are they wrong??
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okay i'm gonna say something and you all have to give me a chance. ready?
we need to stop making fun of poor american southerners who distrust the government. it's real easy to call them all conspiracy theorists and dismiss them, but half the time, its built off of a genuine feeling of being abandoned by the infrastructure meant to keep them safe.
in appalachia, a lot of people lost their homes because of coal mining operations. a lot of people worked in those mines, and then when the mines stopped being profitable, they got tossed out with the bathwater. a lot of appalachia is poor, malnourished, and i don't blame them for not trusting rich politicians who dismiss them as stupid and lower class.
if yall actually listened to half the things poor southerners say, you'd realize that a Lot of common leftist complaints are virtually identical to the rural grandma who doesn't hold with electronic money and politicians. it stems from a genuine feeling of abandonment and ostracization by the people who run the country. functionally, someone living paycheck to paycheck in the city in a tiny apartment has infinitely more in common with someone from rural appalachia than a politician. high rent, high taxes, food insecurity, feeling lied to by those in power, a general sense of frustration. it just sounds fancier coming from a city mouth than one with shitty teeth and a southern accent.
tl;dr stop dismissing southern people as stupid. they're absolutely right not to wholeheartedly trust politicians, because they've been fucked over by them time and time again, and honestly, id rather talk to a southern person who openly distrusts their representatives than someone from the city who wholeheartedly believes that Frederick Jamestown OldMoney III genuinely cares what people think and can be convinced to change his ways.
#appalachia#gettin real tired of this#hot take: southerners were right when they said never trust a politician theyre the devil#its easy to laugh but jesus christ are they wrong??#those in power rarely came to power through just means#there i rephrased it fancy will you listen now#jesus christ#some people genuinely were never taught the fancy words to make people pay attention so you have to pay attention anyway#please note that i didnt mention race because thats an intersection im not qualified to talk about and would very much like to hear about#but jesus christ. have you all considered that maybe. just maybe#southerners arent stupid. trump was fucked up and awful and a piece of shit#he won because he at least Appeared to be sympathetic#leftists so so rarely try to actually understand poor people they dont like and its gonna be what fucks this country over#edit: hey terfs reblogging this 👋#fuck right off unless youre prepared to include trans people in this statement#poor trans southerners exist!! i know an awful lot of them!!#im trans and southern and if you touch my post you acknowledge that trans people are breathing thinking people#with our own rational thoughts and opinions and live complex lives and face similar issues
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crutchie - akb vs matthew duckett !!!!
alternatively titled - cast disabled people jesus christ
listen i am having so many thoughts and feelings about crutchie and at the risk of annoying the fuck out of my partner i am putting them on here instead!
prefacing this by saying:
i do not speak for all cripples
matthew’s duckett was my first real introduction to crutch and yes i am probably biased because of it (because matthew was an absolute sweetie when i met him)
i do not actually hate AKB as much as i dislike his crutchie
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i think the main problem i have with his crutchie (and i understand that it is not entirely his fault at all!!!!) is that it’s so sanitised in so many ways. it is so of its time and not really in a good way, it came about in a period where representation wasn’t a big focus and i very much understand that, but i also hate it.
it’s so easy for disabled characters to fall into this weird ,sanitised, almost infantilising position, where their struggles are shown (abuse from the delanceys that was directly because of his disability, the fact he’s more likely to be put in the refuge because he’s seen as ‘weak’), but they’re bound by this kind of happy-go-lucky persona where they don’t show any real anger or upset. it’s fuelled by the abled need to see disabled characters as some sort of inspiration porn. “he’s crippled but look how happy he is despite that!!!!!! if he can do it i can too!!” he has this air of innocence and can-do-no-wrong that kinda falls a little flat compared to all his friends of the same age, and whilst this wouldn’t be a problem in itself, it fits a repeating pattern of the innocent, docile physically disabled person that is shown so much.
i loved matthew’s crutchie so much because he was so much more than that. he was happy, he was kind and an big laugh, but he didn’t shy away from being truly angry or scared (in the finale when he is brought back and cuffs snyder) and he was still a bit of a dick, he felt a lot more like he truly belonged. one of my favourite examples is at the start of the show the first time we see katherine, he helps one of the boys (i can’t remember which one) steal something from darcy and keeps it on him through the rest of the show. he’s as playful and annoying as the rest of them, shooting paper balls at them with his slingshot (especially during the finale, i love him so much for that). he has an attitude. he has the energy of a boy who was raised on the streets and knows what the fuck is what.
and thats what i think changes him the most for me. it’s all the same script (?) but it’s all so different when you think about how smart crutch actually is. i think the biggest change is my idea of him specifically when he’s being so nice to weasel at the beginning, when all the boys are being annoying and dicks, crutchie is so sweet. i don’t believe he’s doing that because he’s just such a nice guy who can look past weisel and the delancey’s being assholes to them, i think he realised quickly how to play the game. he’s gonna get sympathy, he knows that, and he knows if he acts all innocent and is overly kind, that they’ll somewhat pity him and he can use that to his advantage.
i hate being pitied by most people, i hate being looked at differently, like i’m almost helpless. but i also know how to use it to help myself, i know when i can play the poor little cripple card to my advantage. and i fully believe crutch does the same.
edited to add because i forgot to add this entire section in sorry!!
when i say sanitised i also mean literally. as in they made him cleaner. specifically in the finale again when he’s brought back from the refuge, broadway crutch looks way too clean. he’s a little bashed up but he’s not dirty. he doesn’t look like he’s been battered and then subjected to awful conditions. it takes away the impact of his time at the refuge. when he got back in the uk production they actively were disgusted by how much he smelled, because he’d just got out of a place where he couldn’t look after himself for a multitude of reasons. he suffered in there, mentally and physically, and in more ways than one. he was not given nice clean clothes and a pat on the back, he was taken out and put right back into the mess without much time to check himself over, without any time to process or heal.
i just think it has a much bigger impact when you can see, from his actual appearance and the other guys’ reactions, how much he actually struggled in there. they were glad to have him back of course, but it really drove home the point of how badly it affected him.
and once again in that scene, you could see the fear on his face and the anger when he faced snyder and when he made a move at him. he was fucking scared of the man that had subjected him to all of that. even when he was being a little goofy and put on the hat to handcuff him, there was still that fear, and there was evidence to why.
(end of edit)
but like i said, i don’t think it is entirely akb’s fault or his intention, he almost definitely wasn’t aware of the way it came off and how it perpetuates stereotypes. but it’s just another reason why giving disabled roles to disabled people is so important. plus we know how to use mobility aids properly
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shoutout to my beloved partner who proof reads my shit and also is the reason i am into newsies . thank u babie @fizzloves-blog <3
#sludge speaks#newsies#disability#newsies broadway#crutchie#crutchie morris#andrew keenan bolger#matthew duckett#livesies#uksies#disabled characters#mike crippleposts
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For the emoji OC ask game and character of your choice: 🍼, 🍄, 🍉, 🥭, 🍕, 🍯, 🧀, 🥑, 🌸, 🍆, 🥔
Dustin Stephens
🍼 [BABY BOTTLE] What's your OC's first memory?
Dustin: i think my moms face..just carrying me somewhere. [smirks] feeling all protected and shit. that wasnt the case as i got older. but i hope that my babies have a safe memory to look back on too as their first memory. im curious now ill have to ask them
🍄 [MUSHROOM] How likely is your OC to eat random berries/mushrooms they find?
Dustin: no no 0/10.. my husband though....would and has done..so i guess i dont need to [laughs]
🍉 [WATERMELON] What will your OC take to the grave?
Dustin: well something that theo doesnt know is that i did have someone i was seeing in the time that we were apart. i just never brought it up because it was just like some fling you know.. to try and get over him which absolutely failed because all i could do was think of him
🍍 [PINEAPPLE] Pineapple on pizza or not?
Dustin: im sorry but OKAY IM DOWN.
🍕 [PIZZA SLICE] How good is your OC at sharing? How do they share something if there's not enough supply?
Dustin: well with my husband im apparently so good at sharing and i never knew it [shakes head ] that being said if i have control over something im not sharing it. i think maybe thats why. it all stemmed from theo [laughs] jesus christ.
🍯 [HONEY] At what point does someone seem sickly sweet to your OC?
Dustin: i think when the compliments are just like over the top then im suspicious you know ?? like maybe im reading the question wrong and i obviously have some trust issues but im like okay thats suspicious.
🧀 [CHEESE WEDGE] How often does your OC get into situations that rely on pure luck/miracles happening?
Dustin: oh my god. ME when i was younger. nowadays not so much because i have two young twins that i have to be like on my shit for but when i was younger? FUCK ALL OF THE TIME.
🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?
Dustin: i think over the years i had to defend myself and why exactly i stayed married to theo for so long. and we werent together the whole time i did leave him but the fact that we came back together and we had the twins looked OFF to a lot of my family. i get that. i do . theo didnt want a commitment and we stayed married long past we probably shouldve.. but i think one of things i will never back down about is that when he came back into our lives... he made himself WORTHY of having me . i didnt make it easy on him and i know it seems like im just being stepped on by him at leats to my friends it does but its not the case. and i kinda hope to explain that as time goes on.what happend. why were' back together and why we have the twins.
🌸 [CHERRY BLOSSOM] Does your OC believe in legends/myths?
Dustin: oh my god fuck yeah. you will not catch me in the appalachian mountains.byeeeee
🍆 [EGGPLANT] How are they used by others? How easily are they tricked into this?
Dustin : [smirks]
🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about?
Dustin: my trust. i think people think i give too many chances but i only do that if i think you deserve it you know.that being said i warn my kids now.. do not do as i do .
thank you for the questions love! i really loved doing this with dusty! after scarletts bc im going to expand on dustins sides of things some more. where the twins came from all that .
#dustin not answering the eggplant question but his thoughts say THEOOOOO haha#ask game#dustin stephens
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In the Studio/ 1
Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader
Word count- 5.4k
Includes- lots of oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, fingering, sex, riding, multiple orgasms all around
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Part 2
Hongjoong POV
I replay the song on the computer for her to listen to
It starts but I notice her squirming in the chair next to me
She's been doing that all day
I wonder if she's restless
She has been sitting next to me for eight hours while I work on songs and ask for her opinion
I stop the music
"What's wrong?"
"Huh?", she asks, completely in her own world
"You've been moving and squirming around all day. It's like you can't sit still"
"Oh sorry", she says, her cheeks pink
"Ok but why are you moving so much?"
"Joong drop it"
Yeah ok, when has that ever worked on me?
"Just tell me and save ten minutes of me hounding you and you're just going to tell me anyway"
She huffs, "Fine. I'm horny"
I just raise my eyebrow, "Aren't we all"
"Oh shut up Joong. You can have sex whenever you want. You're famous, girls will drop their panties in a second for you"
That is very true
It's too easy to get girls
"The rest of us have to work a little harder than just smiling at someone"
Yeah I remember that
It sucked
"So sorry if I can't get any as much or easily as you can"
I just raise my eyebrow and she glares, sticking her tongue out at me
I laugh while she just grumbles
"Alright alright. I'll eat you out", I say, deciding on a solution
Her eyes snap open and she gapes at me
"You...what?"
Jeez it's not like its a big deal
She's my best friend
It's fine
"I said I'll eat your pussy. Make you cum a few times and you'll feel better"
"Hongjoong what the fuck?"
"Oh what Jo?", I roll my eyes, "It's really not a big deal alright. You're my best friend. You need to cum and I can make you. Then you'll stop being grumpy and help me with this song"
Her mouth hangs open as she looks at me like I have ten heads
"I've been told I'm really good at it", I add
Girls I've done it to rave about my tongue and praised me for how good I ate them
So I know I'm good
If I can help her I will
"Fine", she answers
I nod, standing up, "Go lay on the couch"
She takes a breath then stands going to be couch and lays down
Standing over her, I take her shoes off, open her shorts, pulling them and her panties down
Pulling her to the end of the couch, I get on my knees then open her legs
Oh man, her pussy is pretty
Pretty swollen lips, small throbbing clit, juice leaking out of her
Nice
"Someone is really horny", I tease
"I told you that Hongjoong", she huffs
"Ok jagi, relax", I laugh
Pushing her legs up, I use my fingers to spread her lips
Inside her cunt is nice, wet and pink
She really has a nice pussy
I lay my tongue on her and lick up slowly, making sure she feels my whole tongue
"Oh my god Hongjoong", she whimpers, her legs shaking
I smirk
I know I'm good
Slowly I move my tongue down, then back up, tasting her and I'm surprised that she tastes so fucking good
I did not expect that
Swirling my tongue around, I watch her hand grip the couch so hard her knuckles are white
I flick her clit and she screams loudly, her hips snapping in my face, making me laugh
Licking her clit fast, I switch between that and her cunt
She leaking so much fucking juice that it's filling my mouth and running down my neck
I swallow it, liking the way she tastes
"Hongjoong, I'm gonna cum. Hongjoong!", she yells
I don't stop, my tongue flying across her cunt, wanting her to orgasm
After all, that's why I started this
"Hongjoong!", she cries, her hand snaking in my hair, holding me against her as she orgasms
My tongue keeps moving, a deliciously sweet taste filling my mouth
It's creamy and slides down my throat nicely
Fuck her cum is best thing I've ever tasted
Jesus Christ
After she finishes, I slip my tongue up and move my mouth around her clit
She inhales sharply as I start sucking on her, her panting hard
As I keep my mouth going, I realize I really like sucking on her clit
It's small, feels good in my mouth and I love feeling it throb in between my lips
I don't want to stop
Moving two fingers inside her, I move them in and out in time to my sucking
"Joongie", she moans and fuck, I like hearing her call my name
Letting go of her clit, I move another finger inside her, trying to find her spot
I kiss her inner thigh as I move, trying different angles to find it
"Joongie!", she whines
"I know baby. I'm gonna suck on you again, I'm just trying to find..."
I trail off
Shifting my hand again, I slide into a spot, rubbing it and she yells loudly, soaking my hand
"Got it", I smirk, then suck her clit back in my mouth, immediately tugging and playing
"Fuck fuck fuck!", she shouts, her whole body shaking
I run my free hand under her shirt and up her body to her boobs
Pulling down her bra, her boob pops out and I pinch her nipple
"Hongjoong fuck. Oh god"
I move my hand back down, quickly lick my fingers then go back and play with her nipple and sucking on her clit again
I keep my fingers inside, right against her spot, rubbing and pressing on it
Her cunt throbs around my fingers fast and tightly and I wonder what it would feel like to have her pulse like this around my cock
Great, now I'm hard
She pulls my hair, screaming my name as her cunt squeezing my fingers, coming on them
I don't stop anything I'm doing until she finishes
Only then do I pull my fingers out and put them straight into my mouth, licking her cream off them
I close my eyes loving the taste
Fuck what's wrong with me?
I never liked any girl's cum as much as I like hers
And fuck me, I want more
Spreading her open again, I lick around her hole then shove my tongue inside, her cunt squeezing so tightly
"Joongie", she squeals, squirming against me
"Again", I answer
"I don't know if-"
"You can", I encourage her, "You have to. I want it"
"Www..what? Want what?", she asks breathlessly
"Your cum"
"Uh what?"
"I want your cum", I repeat, moving my tongue in and out of her, each throb on it sending pleasure straight to my dick
"You do? Why?"
I know she's surprised
I am too
"Because it tastes so good. Fuck I never tasted cum like yours. So good and so fucking creamy. I'm addicted and I want it", I tell her
"Oh shit", she gasps
"So please cum and give it to me"
Moving faster, I tongue fuck her hard, more of her juice spilling out
Her hands pull on my hair hard, her hips moving as she fucks my tongue and face
God why is this so fucking hot?
She's turning me on so much
I'm gonna have to jerk off after this
Her cunt squeezes my tongue so hard, sending pleasure down my spine right to my cock
God I'm so hard, it hurts
"Joongie...fuck... Hongjoong", she cries, her hips stopping, body arching and I shove my tongue as far in as I can, her cream completely covering it
Moaning in her pussy, I move my tongue out, swallowing her cum, then diving back in for more
"Joongie", she whimpers as I clean her up
"Yeah baby", I answer, pulling away once her cum is all gone
Pressing a kiss to her pussy, I stand up, looking down at her, her eyes closed, her chest heaving as she breathes hard, a light sheen of sweat at her hairline
Holy shit, she's so fucking gorgeous
I know she's pretty, I have eyes but I never noticed how pretty
Her eyes open and move to me, my breath leaving my body as I notice her pretty brown eyes
I knew her eyes were brown but I didn't know how beautiful they were
I never looked into them
My dick throbs and I need some relief
"I'll be right back"
She sits up, "Where are you going"
"I'm uh...hard and I need to jerk off"
Might as well be honest
"Oh", she says, her eyes widening and looking down at my crotch
At the big tent in my pants
"Yeah, so I'll be back", I say, starting to move to the door of my studio
As I pass her, her hand shoots out and grabs my arm
Turning my head to look back at her, she pulls me closer to her until I'm standing in front of her
What's going on?
I told her I have to jerk off
Badly
Her eyes look up at me, her hands on the waist band of my sweatpants
Slowly she pulls them down, her eyes on me as if waiting for me to stop her
Once my pants are down, she palms my dick through my boxers
My body shivers at her touch and I don't know why the fuck that's happening
I don't react this way to being touched
Girls react this way to me
Her hands slide up my thighs, hooking in the elastic of my boxers, a question in her eyes
I nod and she pulls my boxers all the way down until they're pooling at feet with my pants
Her eyes move to my dick, gaping once she sees it
"Oh my god"
"What?", I ask, curious about her reaction
"This is the biggest cock I've ever seen", she murmurs, her hand around me, slowly jerking me off
Yeah alright, that's surprising
I don't know what to say to that so I stay quiet
She moves forward, her tongue licking my slit, licking the cum I'm leaking off
"Mmm", she whimpers, her tongue licking me again and again
Pleasure explodes in my body, a soft moan escaping my mouth
Removing her hand, she licks up my shaft over and over
And I can't tear my eyes from her
I watch her lick around my head, then take it in her mouth, sucking softly
Pleasure runs up my spine and I softly move my fingers in her hair
She moves down my length, sucking faster, her tongue against the underside of my dick, my shaft sliding along it, adding to the pleasure
Fuck me, how is she so good at blow jobs?
No, it's more like, how did I not know that she's this good?
We talk about our sex lives to each other
We don't have any secrets
How was this never brought up?
Her hands rest at my hips, her fingers softly running along my skin and it feels good
Everything feels amazing
She moves further down, bottoming me out in her throat, swallowing, her throat constricting around me
"Oh my fucking god", I gasp as she chokes a little
Holy shit that feels so good
Her head moves back, then back down, bobbing quickly, my cock moving in and out of her throat
God it's so tight
"Baby faster", I beg, watching my cock disappear in her mouth over and over, so wet
I can't believe I'm watching my best friend blow me
I never thought this would happen
But then again I never thought I'd eat her out and love it
Every swallow on my length, sends pleasure straight to cock, making me throb in her throat
God I'm so close but I need more
"Baby..can I...", I stammer through the bliss, "Can I fuck your throat?"
God I want to so much
Her throat is perfect to fuck
Nice and tight
She nods, stopping her movements
She sits back on her feet, keeping her mouth open for me
I'm so fucking turned on
Gripping her hair tighter, I thrust into her mouth, softly at first
I want to go hard but I don't want to hurt her
"Mmmm", she urges
I move faster and a little harder with each stroke making sure she can take it and it's not hurting her
Soon I'm plunging in her throat, bottoming out, her moans mixing with mine, so loud in my studio
"Fuck baby, you look so goddamn hot with my dick in you're mouth", I praise her, "So fucking pretty"
Thrusting in, she swallows on me, stars blasting in my eyes from the pleasure
I'm so close
Moving a few more times, I snap, ecstasy washing over me as I shove my cock down her throat, shooting cum
She immediately sucks on my length and I shout in pure pleasure
Oh god, so fucking good
Her mouth fuck, sucking and swallowing desperately on me
"Yes baby girl. Fuck swallow all of it. Fuck"
Once the pleasure ebbs away, she slows her sucking before pulling away completely
I sigh, so satisfied
I had no clue my best friend would give me the best blow of my life
She sits back on the couch, pushing her breasts back inside her shirt, then reaches for her panties
I realize I'm just standing there with my pants down and immediately pull them back up
After we're both dressed, we stay where we are, silence falling in the room
"So uh...thanks", she says
"Oh yeah. Sure. Uh feel better?"
"Yeah", she nods, "A lot better. Do you feel uh..."
"Yup. Great", I answer awkwardly, "Thanks ah for that"
"No problem"
Looking down, I move my hand to the back of my neck
"So uh, wanna listen to the song?"
"Yeah great!", she answers, too happily
I nod, heading to my chair
She follows, sitting in hers but she moves it a little away for me
And for some reason that bothers me
We just did something sexual, had our mouths on each other and now she doesn't want to sit next to me?
"You gonna play the song Joongie?"
"Oh yeah ok"
I press play, the music coming on
I try to keep my eyes on the screen but after a few moments, I can't, turning to look at her
Her eyes are close, her head slightly moving to the music
She's so fucking gorgeous
What the fuck is wrong with me?
This is my best friend
I'm just noticing because of what we just did
There's nothing more to it
I've never had any feelings for her, she's never had any feelings for me and it's still the same
A little oral isn't going to change that, I assure myself, the focus on the song
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Three months later
"We're gonna do something different today", I inform her as I pull her jeans and panties down
She's already laying on the couch in my studio
After that first time we went down on each other, it happened again a week later
Then again and again, until we just decided to keep letting it happen
We didn't talk about it, we didn't stop it and it happens almost every time we see each other
I just can't get enough of her taste, eating her cunt, letting her ride my mouth
And apparently she can't get enough of me either, letting me fuck her throat is different positions or jerking off in her mouth
We both really enjoy sixty nines too
I can eat her pretty pussy while feeling pleasure from her sucking my cock
The other thing is I was right
Oral hasn't changed anything between us
We're still friends only
No romantic or mushy stuff, just acting like we normally do around each other
It's great
"What's that?", she asks as I kneel down, pulling her to the edge of the couch
"You're gonna help me eat you out"
She raises her eyebrow, "Uh what?"
I lick her cunt slowly, dragging my tongue, making sure I wet her good
"Oh my god", she cries, shivering
I just smile, loving the way she reacts to my tongue
No girl reacts like she does, no girl has ever begged me to eat her out the way she does
When I get to her clit, I suck it into my mouth, tugging on her a few times, listening to her screams
I like her screams
Taking her hand, I move two of her fingers into her pussy
"Fuck yourself baby girl"
She moves her hand, her fingers moving in and out of her cunt and fuck I'm so hard
She moans softly, making me smirk
"Feels good?"
She nods
"Good"
I move my mouth around her clit again and suck on her
"Oh god", she whines, her free hand sliding into my hair
Her throbbing clit feels so good in my mouth
I love sucking on her
I can literally do it for hours if she'd let me
After a while of playing with her clit I notice that she stopped moving her hand
"Keep going baby", I say, tapping her hand
She moves her fingers again slower
My eyes flit to her face while I play with her
She's so fucked out, her eyes closed and in so much pleasure
Her hand slows even more
I grab her wrist, moving her hand faster, shoving her fingers in her cunt over and over
"Oh fuck", she moans, "I'm gonna cum"
"Yeah baby girl. Cum on your fingers"
Her legs shake as she shouts, gripping my hair hard as she explodes
"Good girl", I praise her between sucks
When she finishes, I pull her fingers out of her
They're soaked with her creamy cum and I want it in my mouth
I lick one of her fingers, her sweet taste hitting me hard
"Fuck Joongie"
Looking up at her, I find her watching me
Smirking, I lick her other finger that was inside her, moving both into my mouth and sucking her off them, my eyes on hers
"So good", I tell her
She inhales sharply and I just smile, "More?"
She nods
"Ok jagi"
I slide her fingers back inside her, licking her clit slowly
"Oh god", she whimpers
Continuing to lick her, I move my hand under hers, sliding two of my fingers inside her too
"I'll help you baby", I tell her, "You get so lost in what my tongue is doing, you forget to fuck yourself. We can't have that right?"
"Uh uh", she groans
"So I'll help you"
"Ok Joongie"
"Good girl"
Running my tongue over her swollen clit, I move my fingers in and out
My hand is under hers so when I move, her fingers move too
She moans loudly and I snicker
"You feel us inside you jagi?"
She nods, biting her lip
I move her fingers into her, "Here's yours", then move mine, "Here's mine"
"Yeah Joongie", she whines cutely
"Here's your spot baby", I tell her, moving her fingers into it
"Oh", she whimpers
I move my fingers into her spot, pressing on it, her cunt soaking both our hands
"Go ahead baby. Press on your spot. I showed you where it is"
Her fingers move on their own, pressing, more cream leaking into her hand
"Good baby", I praise her
Lowering my tongue, I lick everything that's in her hand, savoring the taste of her
"So fucking good baby. God your juice is amazing"
She whines so cutely, her fingers gripping my hair hard
"Wanna fuck your spot together?"
"Yes Joongie please"
Moving our hands, I angle them so both of our fingers hit her spot every time we thrust back in
"Fuck", she whimpers, her pretty legs shaking
My fingers are a little longer so I can fully hit her spot and give her the pleasure she needs
"Please", she pants, "Want you to suck Joongie"
"Oh yeah? Where jagi?"
She pulls my head closer to her, my mouth against her clit
"There"
I flick her clit with my tongue, "Here?"
"Yes", she murmurs
"Oh, so you want me to suck on your little pretty throbbing clit?"
"Yes!", she shouts, "Please"
"You gonna cream for me if I do?"
She nods, her eyes on mine, want filling them
"Gonna make a mess on our hands?"
She nods again, a pleading look on her face
"Ok baby girl. Anything for you"
Latching on to her bump, I suck hard and fast, the screams of my name music to my ears
I keep working our fingers into her spot, sucking her good
Her pretty hole throbs on our fingers so fast, that the next pull on her clit, makes her cum, screaming my name, coating our fingers in her cum
I can't fucking wait to have it in my mouth
I wait impatiently until she finishes, then pull our fingers out
God fucking damn, she made a big mess
Licking her palm, I moan, loving the taste and the way her cream feels going down my throat
Licking up to our fingers, I suck on mine and hers, cleaning them up
She's watching me and I just smirk, putting our other fingers in my mouth, sucking slowly
"Fuck Joongie", she whimpers
Keeping eye contact with her, I run my tongue all over our hands and fingers, making sure they're completely clean and I didn't miss any of her cum
When I finish, I put her fingers on her clit
"Play here for me while I tongue fuck you"
She whines but her fingers start moving, rubbing her clit
I take the few seconds to watch her getting herself off and it's so fucking erotic
I squeeze her thighs as I watch her, my cock so fucking hard, her little hole leaking so much creamy juice
Leaning forward, I lick around her slit, drinking all her juice, then I shove as much of my tongue as I can inside
"Hongjoong!", she screams, her hole tightening around my tongue, the familiar pleasure from that, going straight to my cock
Moaning into her, I move my tongue in and out, fucking into her fast
Her hand snakes in my hair, pulling hard while her other increases the speed on her clit
I fucking love this
Eating her out the first time was the best decision I've ever made
Her throbbing gets faster, she screams, "Joongie I'm coming" and proceeds to do just that all over my tongue
Keeping my tongue inside her, I swallow all her cream that falls in my mouth, enjoying the sweet taste
When she finishes, I pull my tongue out and swallow, then lick her pretty pussy clean, soft moans coming her, her legs twitching softly
Kissing her cunt, I stand up and she surges up, pulling my pants and boxers down
I kick them off with my shoes as she moves closer to me but I stop her
I want something else
Something we haven't done before
Something I've been thinking about for awhile
"Can I fuck you?"
"Me? Why me? You have girls lining up to fuck you"
I shake my head, "I don't care. I want to fuck you"
God I want to be inside her cunt
I want to know what she feels like, how tight she is, how she feels when she orgasms
I want her
It's not weird, lots of best friends fuck
She shrugs, nodding, "Yeah"
Good
Pushing her back down on the couch and shoving my fingers in cunt, I press on her spot making her gasp
Moving my fingers in and out quickly, I put my thumb on her clit, playing while I finger fuck her
"Hongjoong! Oh fuck Hongjoong!"
"Yeah baby girl. Fuck such a tight cunt. Can't wait until my cock is buried deep inside."
She doesn't say anything, too busy trying to breath
"I need you to cream my hand", I tell her, keeping up the pace, "I feel you throbbing. You're close"
She nods, her body starting to shake
"C'mon baby. I don't have all day"
Pressing on her spot, I flick her clit and she shudders, pulsing around my fingers, completely drenching my hand
"Good girl"
She opens her eyes and I make sure she's watching while I put my hand full of her cream on my cock, rubbing her cum all over
"Fuck"
"Need to be able to get in that cunt easily"
She looks at me and the next thing I know, she's up, pushing me backwards
I move back until I hit something, then she shoves me on my computer chair, climbing on my lap
She grabs my hair roughly, pulling my head back, looking in my eyes, as she reaches between us, holding my cock up, and sinking down on me
"Oh god", I moan loudly as I push through her tightness, forcing her open
"Feels good?", she asks as she takes me all in, sitting against my thighs
Good?
More like amazing
She's so tight and already she's spasming around me like crazy, her juice dripping and pooling in my lap
I nod, "So good"
"You feel good too Joongie. So big and thick. God"
Her words turn me on more and I grab at her shirt, tearing it off her body, her bra following
I need her naked
She pulls on my button up, ripping it open, the buttons flying everywhere
As she pushes my shirt off me, I'm already taking off my undershirt
She helps me, throwing it behind her
She rolls her hips once, squeezing my cock so fucking tightly
"Anytime you want me to ride you, I'll do it here", she says in my ear, "So you know this chair isn't just for work"
Fuck me
Now that's all I'm going to be thinking about when I sit here
"It's for me to fuck you", she whispers, starting to bounce on me, "And I better not find out that you fucked someone else here. From now on, only I can fuck you in this chair"
Holy crap, is this Joanne saying this to me?
She grabs my face, making me look at her, "Got it?"
I nod rapidly, "Yes"
"Good boy", she smirks, bouncing harder on me
The pleasure takes over and I can't even make a sound
All I can do is grip her hips tightly and feel her
Her hand runs in my hair, feeling shivers run down my spine
Her cunt takes me perfectly, takes all of me, sucking me back in with every bounce as if she can't wait to have me back
My length is soaked in her juice as she impaled herself on my shaft over and over
Moving my gaze to her, I suck in a breath at how fucking gorgeous she is
Her long hair, full of sweat, her eyes closed, head tilted back, biting her lip
Her body moving on me, sweat rolling down the skin between her boobs that are bouncing in my face
Moving my eyes down, I bite my lip seeing her pussy lips wrapped around my cock so tightly, leaving my cock a creamy mess every time she slides up
The whole thing is so hot, so pornographic and she looks so fucking amazing on my dick
I've never seen her naked before but goddamn have I been missing out
She takes me in again, rocking on me, her hips moving in a circle
My head brushes against a spot inside her, making her scream in pleasure, her fingers on my shoulder digging into my skin
She starts bouncing again, this time fucking my head right into that spot
Every hit to it has her skin trembling and I memorize where my cock is hitting so I can give it to her there every time
"Hongjoong, you feel so fucking good", she whimpers, her cunt holding my cock in a vise grip, pulsing hard
"Cum for me", I tell her, wanting to watch her so fucking much
A few more bounces and she screams my name, her hands pulling my hair hard, her nails in my skin
Her cunt gets unbelievably tight, the pleasure from her orgasm so fucking incredible and surprising
Seriously I never felt this much pleasure from a girl coming on me
As I ride the pleasure, I watch her, my name falling from her lips over and over, her hips rocking on me as she orgasms
"Fuck your cock Hongjoong!", she cries, "Your cock is so fucking good"
As soon as she finishes, I ask, "Again. Please jagi. Again"
"Again?", she asks confused, "You don't want me to just fuck you and make you cum?"
I shake my head, "I need to feel you cum again. The way it feels, fuck I need it. One more"
She tilts her head to the side, a habit of hers she does all the time but it's the first time I find it completely endearing
"Alright. One more. But then you cum inside me"
My eyes snap open wide, "You...want me to cum inside?"
My mind is fucking blown
She nods, "Yeah Joongie. You're my best friend and I trust you. I'm on birth control so I won't get pregnant. And...", she trails off
"And what?", I ask, wanting to know
She stays silent, her eyes everywhere but on me
"Jo. Tell me"
She hesitates, her eyes slowly moving to mine, "I want to be full of your cum ok? I want to feel you cum and I want it in me. Happy?"
Completely
I smirk, running my fingers in her sweaty hair, "Yeah baby, I'll fill your cunt with my cum. Make you nice and full ok?"
She nods, biting her lip
"Now ride me baby. I need your cunt"
She nods, her legs working as she slips up and down my shaft
As she comes down, I thrust up, right into her spot
"Fuck!", she cries, her head thrown back, "Right there Joongie"
I hit her spot again, confirming, "Right there jagi"
We move together, my hand reaching for her breast bouncing in my face
Once my hand is around it, I squeeze, amazed at how soft it is, at how hard her nipple is
Holding her breast, I attach my mouth to her nipple sucking hard and listening to her shouts
Letting go of her boob, I stay attached to her nipple, sucking desperately, wrapping my arm around her, holding her up
"Hongjoong, fuck", she moans, her cunt slamming down on my up thrusting cock
Her wet cunt is so fucking loud, squelching echoing in the room everytime she takes me back in
"God baby, your cunt is so loud, so wet. Do you hear how noisy it is?"
"Hongjoong....I....fuck..", she nods
She's so close and I know just the thing to drive her over the edge
Moving my hand from her hip to her cunt, I rub my thumb along her clit
Her body shudders, riding me harder and harder
"I wanna cum. Joongie please make me cum", she cries, her cunt holding my cock in a death grip
I rub her clit faster, sucking on her nipple, feeling her nails in my back, her cunt spasming and clenching me so fucking tightly
"Hongjoong!", she cries, her body arching as she cums all over me
My hand stops and I let go of her nipple as blinding ecstasy slams into me
"Joanne, oh my fuck!", I yell,
My hands immediately go to her hips as I bury my face in her neck, sheathing my length inside her and I finally cum
My mind blanks and I just feel her milking my cock, just hearing her call my name over and over, intensifying my orgasm
I moan in her neck, feeling her arms around me tightly
This is hands down the best orgasm I ever fucking had
When the pleasure is over, I lean back against my chair, her coming with me and now her head on my shoulder, her face in my neck as she breathes hard
I wrap her in my arms, holding her against me, feeling her sweaty skin against mine
"This can't just be once", I say softly
There's no way
After having her this once....I need more of her
This can't just be the only time
"It can't be", I continue
"Then it won't", she whispers
"Yeah?", I ask wanting confirmation
"Yeah Joongie. This won't be the only time", she promises
"Alright", I say, relieved
"Ok"
I have a lot of work to do but for right now, I just hold her
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Question: So everyone has heard of a Bucket List. It's something that someday you're going to make happen.
Jared: Yeah.
Question: I've recently heard of a term called the Fuck It List. [Jared raises eyebrows] Where you're going to fuck it and do it now. [Jensen exaggeratedly reacts]
Jared: [pulls back on Jensen's shoulder] Take it easy, [?]. [slashes across his throat and mouths no] That reminds me of that story with the porn stars next door...
Question: Basically, if you have the means to do so -
Jensen: That was said with, like, aggression, too?
Jared: Yeah, I know. I'm angry, I'm scared, stay between us.
Question: If you have the means to do so, you should just do it right now because what's the point, we all have one life to live, you know. So -
Jensen: Oh, I get it. It's just the way you said it.
Jared: He liked it.
Jensen: Zip, boom, bonjour.
Jared: Bonsoir! [Jensen cracks up]
Question: So my question for the two of you, is what would your current Fuck It List item be?
Jared: Who or what? [Jensen throws up his hands] So just here and now? Okay, fine. [tries to grab at Jensen while sticking out his tongue exaggeratedly]
Jensen: [gets up and walks quickly away] I toldja I'm faster with old age.
Jared: I'm pretty, he's fast. And getting faster. So, to clarify, what is on our Fuck It List?
Question: Yes.
Jared: Jesus Christ. [audience laughs] Not Jesus Christ! [Jensen mimes crossing himself] Nec-Necrophilia is not my thing to let live.
Jared: I'm sorry?
Question: Would you like to hear mine so you could have some inspiration?
Jared: Yeah.
Jensen: Sure, let's do that. This is gonna be grrreat.
Question: I would personally like to spend time on my Dungeons & Dragons campaign and stop working as hard as I do right now.
Jensen: Wait, wait, wait. Wait. Wait. You'd rather work on your Dungeons & Dragons campaign and work less? Is that what you said? This is its problem, this is what's wrong with our society - that's, that's, you can't, that's not a -
Audience member: That takes work!
Jensen: No! No! You -
Jared: [repeating] It takes work! I believe 'em, I believe 'em. Okay, then thank you for setting the boundaries.
Jensen: Where'd all the workforce go? They're playing Dungeons & Dragons! Because of a list that rhymes with Bucket List!
Jared: You got it. That's why the government shut down.
Jensen: Yes! They're all playing D&D!
Jared: Here in DC! Fair enough, fair enough. Okay, my F It List, uhhhh... That's really tough. Good question. Uhhhh... God, I'm stumped, dude. Like, I don't - I'm stumped. I don't have a fallback, I'm thinking, my - whatever hamsters are left in my brain [makes circling motion next to his head] are furiously running -
Audience member: I can see smoke!
Jared: Space Mountain?
Question: It can be something small, it doesn't have to be this big grand thing.
Jared: Woah, why does size matter?
Question: It's how you use it, you're right, it's how you use it.
Jensen: For those of you who are new, um, I apologize.
Jared: For my friend here, he's a little slow.
Jensen: The train has derailed.
Jared: It was never on the tracks.
Jensen: It was never - it was -
Jared: Um. It's - [to questioner] do you have kids?
Question: No.
Jared: Okay. So I think it changes when you have kids. For me, I would love to travel.
Question: With them?
Jared: What's that?
Question: With them?
Jared: ...
Jensen: [gives questioner A Look] I'll repeat his question, do you have kids?
[both mime kicking something away]
Jared: Yeah, am I under oath? Am I being subpoenaed? Um, fuck no! They can travel as well somewhere! They're welcome to, just not where I am. [laughs] Uh, sure, with kids, yes. Just in case my wife watches this on YouTube, I want to travel with the kids for my wife [Jensen exaggeratedly winks] Because I love them so very much. Believe it. [laughs] Jensen?
Jensen: No!
Jared: You can't put no on your Fuck It List.
Jensen: No. No! I don't have either list. I got responsibilities!
Jared: What's on your responsibility list?
Jensen: I can't just go play D&D! [Jared laughs] I got people that - mouths to feed. My house's lights to keep on.
Question: I have two cats!
Jensen: I gotta go to work!
Jared: She has two cats!
Jensen: I got an idea, take your lists [dramatic pause] not gonna say it. Not gonna say it. Um, but you heard me.
Jared: Osmosis.
Jensen: No, I'm gonna be honest, I really - I have been asked Bucket List, I have not been asked the Fuck It List before, but I honestly don't have it. And I mean that, I'm still in the age of, like, I have responsibilities, I have things that I need to do? That I need to get done, that I want to get done in order to facilitate certain things in my life. Some of those bring me joy, and some of those are just responsibilities that I need to take care of because I'm an adult.
Jared: He doesn't know how y'all do things in Alexandria, Virginia, but he's got some shit to do.
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Para Para is hard
Deadpool x nonbinary gyaru/gyaruo reader
A small deadpool fanfic cause Im bored and sitting in a car
"Can you believe that theres people that just learn Para Para just like that?" You snap your fingers and ask as your friend restarts the video.
"I knooooow. Its so haaard" She whines, watching the screen. Her bracelets jingling as she moves her arms with the video. You try to copy her and end up wacking her in the face. She holds her nose, laughing hysterically.
"IM SO SORRY. OH MY GOD" You laugh out, grabbing her face to see if shes okay. She swats your hands away.
"WATCH THE MAKE UP. THE MAKE UP (Y/N)!!" She screams. A loud thunk behind you guys causes both of you to jump. You both turn around slowly.
"You guys are clearly doing it wrong" The man clad in red and black says.
"Oh jesus christ dp. Scare the shit out of us, why dont ya" Christine says, rushing over and jumping on Wade's shoulders. You watch as his masks eyes roll, trying to hold up chrissy.
"Hey! Thats my man!" You say as you start running over to him too. He turns just in time for you to latch onto him, pushing all 3 of you to the ground.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you show us your ways, oh powerful Para Para god" You say through laughing. Christine sits up and rubs at her back.
"Dude my dia belt just stabbed the shit out of my back. You can't just jump at people (Y/n)" She scolds.
"You did the exact same thing bitch. Try again" You said, pushing her face away from yours.
"I'll show you what a powerful Para Para god can do. Once my back heals back into place" Wade jokes out from under you two. You stand up and help chrissy off the ground. You stare down at dp as he slowly sits up, shaking his head.
"Come on wade. Show us how its done" Chrissy says as she holds out her absolutely bedazzled phone. Dp watches as the video plays.
"Pssh, easy watch"
He definitely showed you guys how its done.
#gyaru#deadpool x reader#deadpool imagine#deadpool x nonbinary reader#x nonbinary reader#gyaru reader#para para#Spotify
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hello!! its car anon (i cannot BELIEVE i got assigned a fucking car emoji VFDAVFSVNF /j)
I went out with my friend yesterday again! hoo girl strap in, i feel like im about to record an audio message lmfao
We went for some patatas bravas and we shared two of them and whatever, and we went to the center of town and acted like dumbasses for two hours and she got new pop off nails (important information for later!) and they're really long and pretty and shes just gushing over them and they look very nice and she cant wait to get back home so she can take off the ones she had and put on the ones she bought (same model, them really long ones that are sharp), and on the train ride back she asked if she could put her head on my shoulder (i dont like being touched usually) and slept through the whole ride and i had to wake her up for our stop and haul her ass out before the doors closed
Anyways, when we left the train we got into my car, and I drove her to her house and she asked if I wanted to see her room, since I was supposed to help her move in but I had to go see my family that weekend. I said yes, and we went up (its just a small little flat nothign special) and we talked and the only place to sit was either the floor or her bed. I didn't want to like impose or anything so i sat on the floor and she sat on her bed and i was like by her feet and in front of her if that makes sense? and she was leaning forward so i could hear her speak (she speaks very softly and i am partially deaf) and she was sort of hovering over me since i was on the floor.
I make fun of her for being short and for being clumsy and so quiet, and theres a bit that I do all the time where I lean dramatically closer to her to hear her when she's speaking loud and clear and saying something wrong. So I get on my knees so im like higher up and put my hands on her knees so she wouldn't back up on the bed and i lean real close to do the bit. but this motherfucker. spreads her legs and wraps them around me and holds me in place and like puts her cheek against mine to whisper what she had said in my bad ear and her hands are on my shoulders and she like presses the nails into my skin and holds me there and avdankvadj??? cdajvad!!! cdabjbcda.
i. could not breathe. and she very much noticed because i blush really easy and my face was on fucking fire and she like looks at me and she fucking smirks and holds my chin (her nail was digging into my lip and oh my jesus fucking christ) and she said that im so cute and i. dude? oh.
and she like laughs at me and kisses my forehead but i thought she was leaning in to kiss me so i leaned forward too and she just stares at me for a bit after. and i was burning UP dude. and she like pulls my face up? so like i kinda have to get up off the floor and crouch very awkwardly but she kisses me and anvdbvfdsjk and shes all wrapped up in me and im holding her legs around me because im an idiot who doesnt know what to do with her hands and then we stop kissing for a bit because shes pulling me up onto the bed (she is very strong) and we're just kinda laying there and kissing and im on top of her and between her legs and she puts her hands under my shirt (they were SO COLD') and just fucking tears up my back with those fucking nails (it hurts now but like. i am not complaining) and there is not a single thought in my head and she starts kissing all up my neck and i am just holding onto the sheets like an old woman clutching her pearls and she whispers something but i dont hear her and so she switches to the other side of her neck and she repeats it and this motherfucker told me that i feel so good on top of her and dude. oh my fucking god. dude. i. dude. dude. brother. sister. my guy. and shes just touching me all over my back and my sides and her nails hurt so good and i.
yeah anyways we stopped because my mom called me like twice and i had to pick up the phone and talk to her and my friend was sitting behind me and just touching my hair n stuff and then when i finished the call she asked if i wanted to sleep over.
(insert the eye emojis here)
unfortunately i couldn't because i had a meeting early today (it could have been an email tbh) but uhm. yeah. then i left and i had to take like a 20 minute breather in my car.
anyways. yeah. thats how that went. i hope you enjoy my suffering avdanvkdsfjv
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omg So sorry for the lack of creativity sdnjgñs
AHHHHH that sounds SO GREAT!! happy for you and living vicariously through your gay experiences.
also,,,,,,, the entire make out sesh sounds very very hot.................. and also cute??? please do update don't spare details! im rooting for you 2 so hard!!
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With God Kabuto and God Scorpion having been revived and willing to stand against the Underground Empire Bognaarok, Yanma and Himeno affirm their belief in Gira by allowing him to steal away into the night. Gira returns to his orphanage in Shugoddam only to find that the royal guard has taken the children as collateral. Rita lays out Racules's terms for Gira: a duel to the death for the sake of the throne.
Thus the story goes~!
Spoilers, I guess...
-Rita stands as our referee.
-Oh and of course Gira gets put in the deep freeze.
-Seems like Hastie's ad
-Gira Did Nothing Wrong
-"Peaceful Protest? In MY Neighborhood?!"
-Kaguragi, you motherfucker <3
-Whoa, take it easy man!
-This may be an odd comparison, but like...
-Racules reminds me a lot of Reaver from the Fable series, if you ever played those games. Like, the way he talks, the manipulation, the coldbloodedness...
-...I wonder if he does kill steals during a game's (anti)-climax?
-Yoooo, Yanma! :D
-...are you guys burning your own flag?
-Giiii-ra!
-"Louder, you motherfuckers!"
-Himeno on Zoom.
-...er uh... whatever they call it there, Zomo.
-"Eh, y'know, not the worst thing to happen..."
-God Kuwagata wasn't there for us.
-Rita can hear you just fine, Himeno.
-"Do you... not want him~?"
-Oh hello Dezzy.
-Seems like Jimmy's not impressing you.
-OHHHHH HELLO
-Everywhere and nowhere. A mere phantom.
-Scorpi Venom?
-Scorched Peanuts.
-"Please tell me about your kidnapping, Gira-kun."
-Ohhhhhhh, Rita
-Extortion of the highest order.
-Ah yep. Scorpi was extorted.
-"You dare doubt a KING!?"
-"It's a super special present~!"
-Ah yes! Poison! That is totally not purple food dye.
-Fighting dirty!
-I'm gonna be real, I don't quite get your plan here, man.
-Like, I sure hope you burned off your fingerprints before swiping that sample.
-Gira vs. Racules. It's battle time.
-Go Gira!
-"Surrender or death. There is no other victory."
-Ohhhhhhhh
-Here comes the battle.
-"En garde... Allez!"
-Oh Qua God!
-Ohgai Busou!
-Lord of the Shugod!
-Ohkuwagata Ohger!
-King Racules stood beneath the blue sky. A golden sword in his right hand and silver armor covering his body. A sneer no doubt crossed his face beneath the visor as Ohkuwagata Ohger extended the OhgerCalibur ZERO. Its status as a prototype for Gira's own weapon was made clear as day by a stripped down frame. It'd be a truly challenging battle... but Gira understood there was truly no way he could back down.
-Hot damn. Racules definitely does know how to use it.
-"What the fuck are you doing?"
-Let's goooo!
-"Gira's Mine :3"
-Omfg this style
-ANESTHETIC
-"Yep~! ...Er... wait, did I? :3"
-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
-"Kaguragi, I understand this is something extremely difficult for you to do, but please be honest with me."
-Motherfucker went soaring!
-"Surrender or die. Those are your only choices."
-Gira wants you to laugh.
-Racules was so threatened by a child.
-The Undefeated King of Evil stands!
-Ooooooh that unmasked shot was cool
-Ohger Finish!
-"Giraaaaaaa~! My bestie~!" THAT IS NOT YANMA THAT'S THE BUG GUY
-"HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT ME?!"
-Seizure Meds
-"Save who, boy?"
-HOLY SHIT
-RACULES YOU-
-Jesus Christ, the way he plays this game
-What the fuck are you doing, Kaguragi?
-The undefeated king of evil. Falling to his doom, with only the lost children to mourn him.
-"Racules Wins. Fatality."
-"Gira? :("
-That plan of yours was absolutely insane.
-"Uh about that, you're dead..."
-OH?
-That must be God Batta.
-God Hopper? God Kirigirisu?
-Gira's a dead man walking. There's no way he can be declared dead in absentia in such a short amount of time, so he's definitely not gonna be out of the public eye for long.
#Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King!#kingohger spoilers#kingohger#ohsama sentai kingohger#ohsama sentai king ohger#super sentai
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@princetorn // continued from here.
The greenery grows thick out here, this far into the woods. A few years ago, Patrick couldn't have imagined the depth of it; the little stretch of wildlife he’d known back home had long since been stamped out for the sake of greed and so-called development. Here in the middle of nowhere, however, nature remains a force of its own. Ancient trees stretch their gnarled limbs overhead, nurturing a hundred thousand lives in the choke of their leaves; the solemn owl hooting from a hollow, the bugs scuttling over bark and dirt, the creatures that scurry in the still-damp undergrowth. Through the haze that's warped his vision, Patrick can see it all: this blooming ecosystem, the life that surrounds him, glowing like the moonlight that shines on the path he's followed.
He doesn't want to follow it anymore. He wants to scream, to shake himself until his eyes are clear again; he wants to run, to stop, to turn and tear through all this muck until he's folded safely back into the van with his friends. But that’s not how this goes, and he knows it. He can't take back what’s already been done.
This is the dream from which he’ll never wake up; the one where he dies, where the swirling stars laugh and laugh when the earth crumbles to empty air beneath his feet. There’s nobody there to catch him, no one around to call for help, nothing but the unforgiving crash of his body against the rocks and dirt. Even the crickets are silent for moment, waiting — but in this distant pocket of the woods, there’s nobody alive at all.
The scenery shifts, and fades, and with it goes whatever is left of Patrick. His consciousness drifts, reality blurring with the same sickening lurch that had followed him over the edge of that cliff; it leaves him feeling dizzy on the comedown, always, forever stuck in his last bad trip. Swallowing his last choked cry, and staring at his body as it, too, is slowly consumed by the Earth. ( Is anyone looking for him? Will they even know anything's wrong at all? Or is he doomed to spend eternity out here, watching the moss grow over his broken bones? )
A quiet lament escapes in lieu of breath — falling, he's sure, on empty air — right up until the moment someone answers. Only then does Patrick finally remember: he isn't alone out here after all. Never was, never will be.
Here is the silent passenger that had followed them for so many miles, standing still at his side now that the adventure is through; here is Royce, and he is smiling with handsome face half-ruined, grabbing the hippie's shoulder like they've always been pals. Dreamily, detached, Patrick thinks that maybe they should’ve been. It's easy to lean into him, to breathe stale smoke and let himself be led away, to fall in companionable stride while he returns to himself. Easy to mellow out when he knows Royce gets it, easy to believe him when he says this loop won’t hold him forever.
( Jesus Christ, is that ever a relief. Patrick’s just not made to stay in one place like that; not for too long, not without going crazy. Maybe that's something they've got in common, too. )
"Time, huh?" Even the word itself is bittersweet, twisting his lips in an almost-smile as he pushes overgrown bangs out of his face. It's kind of funny, if he thinks about it; all that fuss his parents kicked up about his hair when he started growing it out, and now it's gonna be stuck this length forever. What a pointless thing to fight about.
"Well," he says after a beat, "We've got plenty of that." The woods before them are an open expanse to wander, changing by the day while he and Royce remain stagnant — but they are beautiful. He can at least see clearly enough to realize that now. "I never thought I'd say it, man, but I sure wish things would hurry on up."
#(( i said it before and ill say it again but holy fuck that ask blew me AWAY!!! ))#(( hopefully this reply has done it Some justice lol<3 ))#princetorn#muse: pat.#( arc ) . . . i've got to reach you.#Live Me Golden / Tell Me Dark. ( ♠ Patrick + Royce / princetorn. )
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pigeon :]
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i dont know if anything will ever be ok again it all feels wrong n like everyone is bored of me n i want to help the bad things from happening but its out of my control n im spaced out nothing feels real times moving too fast im forgetting everything ive said repeating myself over n over i feel like a shitty filler npc with stock phrases and no ability for recollection n freddie mercury was so right when he said "sometimes i wish id never been born at all" like i dont wanna die i just wish i was never here in the first place the world would be a better place for it and the people i know would all be happier n noone will admit it but its true im at least a factor that makes things worse one way or another nd i cant get myself to fucking focus enough for school and its hard even the fucjing easy subjects are impossible and any time i do good in smth idk if people care im tired and i dont want to care but i dont want people to be mad at me i have to come to terms that im not funny no matter how hard i try to make people laugh it will only work like 0.1 percent of the time n even then itll be halfhearted nd noone answers me when i talk!!!!!! ik i speak low but its not that fucking low!!!!! and i spent all my money and i have to get a job but idk if im fit to get one rn and then the leaving cert is coming up and oh jesus christ im dead meat for that then i have to choose a college and do my driving test and im so tired i just want it all to stop
i need a hug, real bad
but imfineimfineim Fine :] itll all be ok, right?
#pigeon#i said already but these guys were so big n fluffy n round in amsterdam :]#i think i really like pigeons#there just little guys!! who sometimes hve fucjed up feet#vent#dont read under the read more
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Hello! Idk if you’re currently accepting requests right now and if you aren’t, feel free to ignore or delete this! If you are, I would like to request a fluff oneshot with the reader (who possesses the ability to fly with wings) is practicing with their ability outside of the avengers compound one afternoon and standing in the field is Bucky, just watching them with pure adoration. 🥺
I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR THE LENGTH OF THIS REQUEST 😭
Flight Risk
Word Count: 1.7k
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Masterlist
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“MOTHER FUCKER!”
Y/N fell once again as she took lift off.
At least she had manage a few feet this time.
Holy hell was this hard.
She looked to the clouds from her position in the grass, admiring the fluffy clusters above her. When she was younger, her mother told her they were made of the fallen feathers of angel wings, accumulating in soft mounds throughout the sky.
She reached to touch the end of her own wings, though they weren’t white, she liked to think that’s what the clouds above her felt like.
She knew they didn’t, in fact they didn’t feel like anything. Just cold, moist. Or so she had been told. She hadn’t felt them herself yet.
Her wings hadn’t been operational that long ago: DNA splicing experimentation and strenuous surgery had only produced these miraculous appendages on a whim, she had been the only successful subject. There could have been more, but thankfully the Avengers stepped in once hearing that Zola’s previous experimentation had influenced a small group of mad scientists to use similar technologies. Kidnapping thousands of travellers throughout the decades and only recently been finding themselves successful in their results. They attempted to give people gills, fins, horns, hooves... and in Y/N’s case, wings.
They couldn’t send Y/N back into society; they knew she wouldn’t be accepted or be able to live a normal life. She was free to return to civillian life if she chose, but the team made her aware that she was more than welcome to join them.
So she did.
She surprisingly had proved herself to be a usefull asset, wings aside. She was strong, fast, cunning, high above the rest (both literally and metaphorically). She was a superhero now.
But unfortunately, she had no capabality of flying.
“I can teach you,” Sam said, “It’s not that difficult.”
“Your wings don’t count,” Y/N said, “Yours are mechnical. Mine are natural.”
“Well, as natural as science experiments can be.” Bruce said.
“Shut it,” she teased.
Technology aside, Sam had seemed like the only one with somewhat similar experiences to teach her some minor details.
He gave her the basics, but she was alone now.
Huffing, she lifted herself from the ground and dusted her clothes off. She shook out her wings, adjusting her shirt so that they didn’t bunch at the shoulders.
“Come on, you got this. Just bend, brace, expand, flap--”
She tried again, shooting up with wings narrowed. She then unfurled them as she rose higher into the air, but as another gust of wind came she found herself faltering and tumbling back down.
Bucky took out his earbuds as he jogged by. He hadn’t noticed her before, adjusting to the early morning hadn’t left him very observant of his surroundings. He watched as her wings spread, her eyes on the sky above. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she struggled to stay up, frustration scrunching her face.
“You okay? He called out.
She rested her hands on her knees, looking up at the voice. A small smile breaking her thoughts as she realized who it was.
“Yeah.” She called back.
He jogged to her place in the open field, slowing as he neared her and stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“Flight practice?” He asked.
“Not really,” she said as she crossed her legs, “It’s more ‘breaking for impact’ practice at this point.”
He laughed softly, bending to sit beside her as she checked her knees for scrapes.
“I take it Sam didn’t really give you the best advice.” He said, reaching out to run his thumb over a small bruise on her shin.
She sighed, “Well his heart’s in the right place but--we’ve got different mechanics. I don’t think he can relate to this. Not that many people can...”
She ran the back of her hand along the length of her wings, flicking upwards as she reached their soft end point.
Bucky admired the light brown color of her wings, reminding him of the sparrows that sometimes stopped on the windowsill of his bedroom.
He was never really subtle with his staring, Sam had actually labelled it as his biggest problem. She wasn’t an exception to that; he often found his eyes chasing after her as she exited rooms, her expansive wings encompassing her figure.
“One day she’s gonna catch you staring,” Sam warned, “you better hope she doesn’t kick your ass. She could get the wrong idea...”
Bucky didn’t like that her phrased it that way; as if he was gawking at her. He wasn’t looking at her like she was some freak, or a circus sideshow. It was more like... admiration.
She was beautiful.
He thought she was beautiful.
If anyone had taken a glimpse into his mind, it would be easy to understand that he wasn’t looking only because the wings were breathtaking, he felt she was too.
“Can I?” He asked.
His hand was held out in a loose open palm, just above the bed of feathers.
She nodded, and he ran his knuckles slowly along the length in the same way she had before.
They tickled slightly, the nerve endings in his fingers seemed to buzz. His hand shook slightly as he flicked upwards at the point, and she giggled quietly.
“It tickles when you do it.” She said.
He smiled, “Same here.”
He gently picked at blades of grass that had stuck to her wings, “How long have you been out here?”
She looked up at the sun, noting its change in height.
“A few hours I think. I didn’t want anyone to see.”
“Well, sorry for the intrusion then.”
She shrugged, “It’s alright. I like having you around.”
A blush creeped up his cheeks, and he ducked his head more, pretending to really focus on pulling out grass.
“So--uh, where do you think you’re going wrong?”
She chuckled at his bluntness, only further embarrassing Bucky.
“I don’t know. In my lift off I can’t make it stick. It just doesn’t feel natural.”
“Alright”, Bucky wasn’t sure how to help her, it wasn’t like he had any personal experience himself. “Well, what does feel natural?”
“What do you mean?”
He leaned back to lie on the grass, hands cradling his head as he looked up.
“I guess--I mean, when you look at birds, they just start flapping. That’s natural for them. Humans don’t fly; Sam’s wings are mechanical…”
Y/N realized early on in their relationship that Bucky had a tendency to ramble; though he liked when others were “to the point”, he lacked that quality himself. But she knew if she was patient, he’d get there eventually. And truthfully, she quite enjoyed listening to his tangents.
“...so Sam’s advice is based off what the wings are designed to do. Maybe you need to try testing it out the natural way. Move your wings in a way that feels right. Does that make sense?”
No, it didn’t.
But she smiled anyway, “Kind of. Like, don’t think about it and see where my body takes me?”
He chuckled, “That’s a weird way to phrase it, but yeah, something like that.”
Suddenly she stood up, making Bucky jump slightly.
She was no longer looking at him, only closing her eyes and expanding her wings.
He liked that she was a “0 to 100” type of person, out of nowhere she’d get an idea and then it was all action.
She let the wind ripple through her feathers, and she tried to gauge the current off her wings.
Don’t think about it… what feels right?
She couldn’t put it into words; but as she focused on her surroundings, feeling the breeze… some kind of instinct came over her.
Wait…
Bucky intently watched as she inhaled; steading herself as her wings unfurled.
Wait…
As the sun gleamed behind her, leaving him completely consumed in her shadow.
It was breathtaking.
Her eyes snapped open.
Now.
The sudden flap of her wings threw Bucky back, the hard beat shooting her upwards and leaving him in the grass.
Each stride she took was with purpose, and before they knew it she was flying higher than she ever had before.
Bucky stood, laughing and smiling in awe as she soared along the current.
The wind roared in her ears, so loud she could barely hear her own laughter.
She was amazed, she was flying.
She let the wind pull her, ducking her wings and shooting off in another direction.
Bucky spun around in circles as she flew around him, trying to catch her figure against the blinding sunlight.
He was dizzy, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Jesus Christ,” he said to himself. He cupped his hands over his mouth to amplify his voice, “You’re flying!” He screamed.
“I’m fucking flying!” She screamed back.
Just wait ‘til Sam saw this.
But then she got cocky, dipping further than she should’ve.
She caught a draft that clipped her wing.
It was too late to catch herself before she was fluttering to the ground.
“Shit!” She screamed.
“Shit.” Bucky muttered.
He started running in her direction, arms reaching out like he was catching a football.
“I’ve got you,” he cried, “I’ve got you!”
He caught her just in time, bracing for impact as they both crashed into the ground.
Hair windswept and cheeks red, Y/N screamed out in happiness.
“Oh my god, did you see that? Did you see me?”
He couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head as she dramatically recounted the experience, his arms firmly holding her against him.
“And then I was like whoosh and the wind came and it was like AHH and then--”
She was cut off by his lips on hers.
His lips were soft, his touch surprisingly gentle for such a gruff man…
Her eyes closed and she pressed further into him, deepening the kiss.
He pulled away, leaving her more shocked than the flight had.
“I’m sorry,” He started, “It’s just--”
He looked into her eyes, unable to explain it all. How could he? She was just...
“--I think you’re amazing.”
She smiled back at him, “Oh I’ll show you amazing.”
Her hands wrapped around his collar as she pulled him back in for another kiss.
Bucky would have to remind himself to interrupt flight practice more often...
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I think your requests are open (I didn’t see anything that said otherwise but I suck at this app lol) but I was wondering if you could write a peter x reader (likely college-age) where they have an academic rivalry and just tease each other a lot and lots of fluff and shit? It can be an established relationship or like a friends/rivals to lovers or really whatever you want. Sorry if this is super specific! Anyways, I love your writing, it always cheers me up :)
friends close, enemies closer
ik this is cherry BUT i had to
w/c: 1.6k
warnings: swearing and hints of suggestiveness
a/n: thank you my love ! i’m actually obsessed with this concept so i’m super super happy with how it came out n i hope you are too :,)
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you wipe sweat from your upper lip, peeking at peter’s laptop screen. he’s more than halfway through the paper your english professor tasked your class to write. he looks to have not a worry in the world as he continues to type away. growling at this, you dive right back into work.
you’ve been at each other’s throats since the beginning of classes when you both wanted the same spot. first row, middle seat. peter had officially claimed it in the end. you’d flopped down next to him and his irritating smirk.
the dude is smart, you’ll give him that. his knowledge of literature is almost as impressive as yours. almost. he raises his hand any chance he gets, effectively stealing your thunder if you dare to participate.
peter is also a bit of a people pleaser. he’ll chat up your professor at office hours, fascinate her with his hot takes on things or stupid anecdotes. you often get so annoyed that you bail before you even attempt to woo her yourself. the sight of you storming off is something peter thoroughly enjoys.
bottom line is, golden boy peter parker never loses. underneath the sweet, innocent persona he hides behind is a ruthless fighter. you’re determined to end his winning streak, thus sparking your ongoing competition to be better than the other in every way possible.
this time, your goal is to meet your ten page paper requirements the fastest. they aren’t due for weeks, but you and peter are banging them out in one sitting.
you’re hauled up in the campus library, sat side by side despite your wishes for peter to get his own table. he’d insisted on sharing with you. why, you haven’t a clue. you can’t stand him, and he isn’t the fondest of you either.
that’s what you tell yourselves, at least.
“progress report?” peter requests from you. “page three. you?” you grunt back. he props his feet up on the table, arms flexed behind his head. “finishing up page seven. you already knew that, though... creeper.”
god, you can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.
you glance over at peter, doing your best to ignore how his biceps bulge under his hoodie. nerdy little parker is ripped.
“worry about yours, i’ll worry about mine. thanks.” you reread the sentence you wrote prior to peter’s chiseled body distracting you. “oh, the irony,” he sighs and nudges the edge of your laptop with his sneaker. scowling, you shift the screen away from him.
about a minute of silence goes by until it’s unfortunately filled by peter. he stretches his arms out, finally removing his dirty shoes from the table.
“i’m gonna take five. maybe, you could use it as an opportunity to catch up to me,” peter cockily suggests. “spare me your charity, peter. i’m doing just fine without it,” you retort, letting out a scoff. peter raises his hands in defense. “if you say so, princess.”
here you were, naively thinking peter couldn’t become any more insufferable than he already is.
you slam your laptop shut and jab a finger at his chest. “jesus christ, how many times do i have to ask you not to call me that?” a patronizing pout adorns peter’s lips. “aw, i love it when you get all bossy on me. so cute.”
he grabs your hand still on his chest, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. you’re quick to wipe it off on his hoodie. nevertheless, there’s an undeniable heat rushing to your cheeks.
“well, i hate it when you call me princess,” you deadpan. peter tilts his head to the side. “do you?”
of course not. deep down, you live for the fuzzy feeling you get whenever the nickname slips from his tongue. oh, his tongue and the things it can do. poking out as he focuses hard on a question, running across his pink lips…
you have to reel it in. this is peter parker you’re fantasizing about, your mortal enemy.
“yes. i hate it, and i hate you,” you unsuccessfully convince the both of you. “no, you don’t,” peter rasps, darkened eyes scanning over your features. his stare is intense and intimidating. he grasps your chin between his thumb and index finger, slowly leaning in closer.
he’s not going to stop until you make him. you don’t want to, but you will.
you shove his shoulder, dragging your laptop towards you again. “on second thought, i could use that catch up. you’re not gonna throw me off my game, parker.”
your rejection seems to disappoint peter. his expression matches that of a kicked puppy, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.
“we’ll see,” he murmurs and swings a leg over his chair. “alright, i’m gonna run to the caf. you want anything?”
he’s offering to buy you food now? what’s his angle here?
“i’d say yes, but i’m afraid you’ll poison it somehow,” you half joke. peter hops to his feet. “don’t give me any ideas,” he warns, snatching his backpack off the floor. “i’ll just surprise you.”
although you’re curious what his mystery snack choice for you would be, you can’t accept. you’d be going against your entire dynamic.
would that be so terrible?
absolutely.
you wave him off towards the double doors. “i’m good, peter. really. i’m not that hungry, anyway.” shaking his head, peter throws a backpack strap onto one shoulder. “y/n, your stomach’s been grumbling for the last hour. you gotta eat.”
he’s not wrong. you’re starving, but you’ve been too preoccupied by your essay to break for dinner.
“fine, surprise me,” you concede. peter flashes you a smile, this one void of its usual condescendence. “i’ll be back. try not to miss me too much,” he calls as he walks backwards to the library doors. “i won’t. shoo already,” you dismiss him, a laugh falling from your lips.
peter winks at you, then disappears into the night. you’re left with a serious case of butterflies and a certain freckle faced know-it-all on your mind.
that’s a problem.
you’ve managed to get another page done when peter reappears. he sits back down and slides a bag across the table, you closing your laptop. you dig into it to figure out what he picked for you. you’re not too pleased with his selection, however.
“oh, yummy. vomit in a cup,” you announce as you hold a green smoothie in your hand. peter reaches over and pats your thigh. “it’s good for you. drink up, princess.” you slap him away. “hard pass. i’d rather you have gotten me nothing.”
narrowing his eyes, peter pulls two cookies wrapped in a napkin from his pocket. “i’m guessing you don’t want these either? more for me, then.”
they’re chocolate chip and m&m, your favorite in the cafeteria. they just came out of the oven, so they’re still warm.
“how… how did you know i…” you trail off, peter setting the cookies in front of you. he offers you a lopsided grin. “i know a lot about you, believe it or not. i pay attention.” you surprise yourself by returning his smile. “thank you, peter. how much do i owe you?”
“nah, it’s on me,” peter assures you. “enjoy.” pushing aside your unappealing drink, you seize the cookies instead. “you have to eat, too. let me at least split these with you.” there’s a beat before peter nods. “fair enough.”
that results in you two munching on your cookies while pretending to write your papers. you’re sneaking glances at each other whenever the other isn’t looking, in reality.
once it’s about time for the library to close, you’re on the verge of passing out. peter is concluding his essay until he hears a thump from your side of the table.
he finds you with your cheek smushed against your keyboard and hitting random letters, snores escaping you.
chuckling to himself, peter places a hand on your shoulder. “hey, y/n?” he speaks in a hushed tone. you awake with a gasp, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. “easy there, princess. it’s only me.” he rubs circles on your back, and it’s oddly comforting.
“keep doing that,” you purr, momentarily forgetting how much you’re supposed to despise peter. he lets his fingers dance across the exposed skin of your lower back. “we should probably head out. it’s kinda late,” peter decides.
you sit up, bones aching and eyes forced open. “not yet. have to beat you first.” you start to delete the gibberish you accidentally typed. peter cups your cheek to turn your head towards him, your movements halting. “this one’s a tie. you did good, y/n/n,” he coos. “finish the rest another day.”
“why’re you being so nice to me?” you nearly whisper. peter uses his thumb to swipe the drool from your lips. “‘cuz i care about you. i might not show it, but i do,” he admits with the hint of a smile. “besides, i need you… for the, uh, the healthy competition.”
laughing softly, you twist his hoodie strings around your fingers and tug. “your intentions are pure as always. sure that’s all you need me for?” peter’s gaze darts to your lips, then your eyes. “we’ll see,” he repeats.
rivalry be damned.
“mm. i care about you too, parker. thanks again for tonight,” you hum. a blush coats peter’s cheeks, even in the dim library lighting. his sweet and innocent side might truly exist. “no problem.” peter links your pinkie with his, the gesture giving you that fuzzy feeling. “i’ll walk you back to your dorm?”
you lean over and kiss his pinkie intertwined in yours.
“lead the way.”
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I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 2
Batfamily x Batsis Story!
Word Count: 2.7K
Warnings: Explicit Language and Angst!
Author's Note: It's amazing how much one can write when they've got a story to tell, eh? Enjoy! -Thorne
Set Three Years After PT. 1:
Life for her revolved around work in the A.M. and community college in the P.M. If she wasn’t brewing cappuccinos and baking apple turnovers, she was writing research papers and taking physics exams. It was hectic and it was hard, much harder than anything she’d done, but it was her life, and she was going to make the best of it. The money she’d taken from her savings account had only lasted her long enough to get a decent one bedroom one bathroom apartment in a small complex and the rest went towards tuition. The coffee shop two blocks from her building had fortunately been looking for a new hire when she arrived, and she took the chance where it was, not going to look the gift horse in its mouth.
The life she lived now was a complete 180 from her old one. Back then, she didn’t have to work (though she did at a high-end department store in the mall—her father got her the job but at least she had one) and there wasn’t anything she couldn’t get with a swipe of a credit card. Now she was on a budget that consisted of five and ten tips and the last time she actually bought a new pair of shoes over a hundred dollars had been last year when she needed them for an interview, and even then, it cost her a limb.
Everything was so different, but she didn’t want to go back, preferring to be on her own and away from Gotham. From the newspapers and media, her family had convinced the world that she’d taken a few years to go overseas and spend time in Europe. A mental reprieve, they’d called it. Partially true if she was honest, but she wasn’t going to open her mouth about it lest they learned where she was. She didn’t go through all that trouble to be found within three years.
“Melisandre.”
Maybe I should move again?
“Melisandre?”
Moving would take a long time but it would be effective.
“Melisandre!”
Someone grabbed her arm over the counter, and she jerked with a start, eyes widening as she finally realized someone was standing in front of her.
“Barry?” she asked, and he smiled.
“Finally,” he snorted. “I’ve been calling your name for like ten minutes now.”
She felt a flush creep along her cheeks, and she smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I was thinking about something. Usual?” she murmured, marking a disposable coffee cup with a marker.
Barry nodded with understanding and handed her a credit card. “I hear you. How’s studying going for that physics exam?” His blue eyes darted to the science book she had sprawled over the counter.
“It’s going,” she muttered and turned, starting to mix together his latte. “I still can’t get the thermodynamic laws down. They’re a bit confusing.”
“Yeah, it’ll take a while. You know if you need my help, all you gotta do is ask, right?”
Shrugging, she glanced at him as she poured. “You’re a busy man, Barry. I can’t have you trying to help me while trying to solve cases too.”
Barry chuckled and accepted the freshly poured latte. “I’m an excellent multitasker, Melisandre. Besides, you don’t have to worry about it messing with my work.” She opened her mouth to retort but he cut her off. “Seriously, shoot me an email about whatever questions you’ve got, and I’ll take a look at ‘em, okay?”
Her eyes narrowed warily, and she inquired, “You’re sure it won’t interfere? I’d hate for you to get in trouble for working on non-work-related things.”
“I promise, Melisandre,” he smiled and accepted a bag of apple turnovers too. He couldn’t help but pull one out and bite into it, letting out a delighted noise. “God, what do you put in these things? They’re phenomenal.”
She giggled and winked as he handed her a twenty. “A baker never reveals her secret, but if you really want to know, I use a little vanilla extract.”
Barry shook his head with a chuckle and started making his way to the door. “See you later, Melisandre!”
Waving at him, she called, “Bye Barry! Take care!”
Just as he opened the door, he stopped and spun around, suddenly asking, “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”
Blinking, she glanced at the physics book then back to him. “Well, I was going to be studying for the exam…why?”
“My nephew is in town and I wanted to introduce him to you. I’ve already mentioned you a bunch of times and he wants to meet you.”
Her face pinched. “Barry Allen, what did you tell that poor boy?”
He stuck his tongue out at her. “That there’s a lonely college student who has no friends but has the greatest baking abilities in the world.”
“I cannot believe you told him I had no friends! Why!”
“You don’t.”
“Well, yeah! But still! You don’t just tell someone that! It makes me seem like there’s something wrong with me!”
Barry waved a hand. “Relax. Wally’s the least jerky person you’ll meet.” He smiled. “You’ll like him.”
She frowned. “I still don’t think this is a good idea, Barry.”
“Why not?”
“Well, he’s here to see you and your wife, not come meet the person who feeds your apple turnover addiction.”
The blonde’s cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson and he spluttered, “It is not an addiction!” he spun around and marched through the door. “I’ll send him over tomorrow! Bye!”
And he left before she could even say a word.
***
It had to be hieroglyphics. It was either that or some ancient cuneiform he’d recently taken up interest in, because there was no way whatever he’d written on the paper was English.
She cocked her head to the side, muttering, “Jesus Christ, Barry, did you write this on a caffeine bender? Your writing is like chicken scratch.” She tipped her head to the other side trying to decipher it when someone leaned over her shoulder.
“Which problem do you need help on?” they asked, and she pointed to the sheet.
“I have no idea what that says.” She turned and saw a red-haired stranger. “If you think you can, be my guest.”
He took it and read over it a moment, green eyes scanning over the page then he said, “Let’s see, he wrote first, ‘The third law of thermodynamics states that the entropy of a system at absolute zero is a well-defined constant. This is because a system at zero temperature exists in its ground state, so that its entropy is determined only by the degeneracy of the ground state.’”
Pausing, he scanned it again and added, “Then he marked a note beside it and wrote, ‘In simplistic terms, if an object reaches the absolute zero temp. of (0 K = -273.15C = -459.67°F), its atoms will stop moving. In other words, at absolute zero, the entropy of a perfectly crystalline substance is zero.’”
Glancing at her, he smiled. “Make sense now?”
She huffed and nodded, taking the sheet back. “Yeah, thanks. I don’t even know how you managed to get all that from his writing.”
He nodded. “Yeah, Barry’s handwriting is deplorable.”
Her eyes went wide, and she immediately questioned, “How did you?”
Sticking a hand out, he greeted, “Wally West. I’m Barry’s nephew.”
Shaking his hand, she couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t believe he actually told you to come up here and meet me.” A smile came across her lips. “I’m Melisandre Hale.”
“That’s a pretty name, Melisandre.”
“Thank you,” she grinned and waved him to one of the bar-stools on the adjacent side of the counter. “Have a seat and I’ll get you something to eat and drink.” As she slid behind the counter, she inquired, “Anything specific?”
Wally stared at the bored, offhandedly mentioning, “Barry said something about apple turnovers that could make you cry with joy, so I’ve gotta have one of those.” His evergreen eyes met hers. “Maybe two if I’m being honest.”
She grunted, but a grin crossed her lips, nevertheless. “Barry exaggerates a lot, Wally. They’re good, but they’re not mind-blowingly good.”
“Then I guess that leaves me to be the judge,” he countered with a smirk. “What should I drink?”
She thought for a moment then offered, “Have any judgments about drinking before five o’clock?”
He let out a startled laugh and shook his head. “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”
With a grin, she turned and started working her magic and a moment later, she was sliding a plate with two iced apple turnovers over along with a clear steaming mug of dark coffee with cream on top. She leaned her hip on the counter and watched him pick up one of the apple turnovers and take a bite.
Immediately his eyes went wide, and he exclaimed, “Holy shit.” He gaped at her. “This is delicious, Melisandre!”
Despite herself, her cheeks warmed, and she gave him an easy smile. “Thanks, Wally.” She nodded to the crystal mug. “Try the Irish coffee.”
He did so and tossed his head back, letting out an exaggerated groan that had her laughing until her stomach hurt. Wally was on his second turnover and he looked at her.
“You’ve gotta open up a bakery or something, Melisandre. Your pastries are awesome.”
She huffed and took the plate from him as he finished the last bite. “Let me get through college first and then I’ll wonder how to rack up enough to open a shop.”
“What are you studying?”
Pausing, she tossed a quick glance at him. “There’s no specification right now. I’m just doing general studies to get all the basics out of the way.” She put the dish in the sink and started rinsing it. “I’m at the four-C right now.” His brows pulled together, and she added, “Central City Community College.”
He snapped his fingers. “Right! It’s been a while since I went to the four-C.”
Her eyes found his and she curiously asked, “Did you go there?”
“Yeah, a few years back.”
“You don’t look that much older than I am. How old are you, Wally?”
He sipped his coffee and set it down as he replied, “I turned twenty-eight a month ago.”
“Happy belated birthday,” she smiled, and he gave her one in return.
“Thanks. How about you?”
“I turned twenty-one a few months ago.”
“Hmm, happy belated birthday to you as well.” He grinned, quipping, “How’s it feel to finally be able to legally do all the things you were doing before you turned twenty-one?”
She shot him a look. “Shame on you, Wally West, for assuming I was doing illegal things.” He chuckled and she shrugged. “But to answer your question, it feels great, so thanks.”
Wally snorted at that. “My best friend and I got absolutely hammered on our twenty-firsts and swore to never drink hard liquor again after we woke up in the bathroom in our underwear after passing out on the floor.”
A shudder passed over her at her own memory of waking up beside the toilet after her birthday celebration with a bottle of white rum. She cocked a hand up with her water bottle in it. “Here, here,” she toasted and took a sip as Wally raised his coffee and drank too.
She glanced at him. “Are you in school, or are you done?”
“I finished a while ago. I work out of a tower with a group of friends in Manhattan.”
For a moment, her eyes drifted to the simple pair of jeans and graphic shirt he was wearing. She lived in the upper area of Gotham and she knew what uptown Manhattan was like, and it wasn’t jeans and t-shirts.
Evidently, he did too because he scowled, “I have suits and ties, thank you very much.”
She snorted and took the empty mug from him. “I didn’t say anything, Wally.”
“You made a face.”
“Is a face a ground to be hostile?” she grinned. “I was just wondering what type of business in Manhattan ran on flash t-shirts and skinny jeans.” She eyed him. “Tech?”
He shrugged. “It’s…a bit of everything if I’m being honest.” It sounded like he didn’t exactly want to say, and she let it be, rinsing out his cup before setting it to dry.
A buzz sounded and she felt for her phone when he said, “That’s mine.” Wally pulled his phone out, read the message, and stood up. “I’ve gotta go, Melisandre.”
She nodded and took the twenty-dollar bill he handed her, waving her off when she tried to hand back the change. As he started towards the door, she called, “Wally?”
He turned on his heel and waited and she felt foolish for saying it, but she admitted with warmth in her cheeks, “It’s been a while since I had any semblance of a friend…so thanks for this afternoon.”
Wally gave her a pearly white grin. “Barry said you’d say something like that,” he chuckled as she scowled and he added sincerely, “Can never have too many friends, Melisandre…and I hope you’ll become a great one of mine. So far, you already are.”
She smiled, “Same here, Wally.” The bell signaled his exit and she let out a heavy sigh as her heart warmed in her chest at the feeling of a newfound friendship.
***
She was dead on her feet when she finally got through her front door and into her living room, practically collapsing onto the couch. Though it wasn’t far from the truth as she flopped down and toed off her shoes, heaving a long and winded sigh as she stared at the dark ceiling. She wanted to turn on the lamp on the table beside her, but she didn’t want to move. Hell, she barely wanted to get up and take a shower, so she didn’t go to bed sweaty.
Just a moment. She thought. Just a moment to close my eyes and I’ll get up and go shower.
Of course, the second the shut them, she was opening them to her phone telling her it was two A.M. She groaned and picked herself off the couch to shuffle into her bedroom, and when she got there, she peeled off the clothes from her body and let them fall, not caring about the hamper just a foot away. She’d do it tomorrow after class.
The shower was quick, and she crawled into bed a few minutes later, glancing out the window at the stars that were still in the night sky. Even if she tried to avoid thinking about it, she couldn’t, and her mind drifted to when she was a young girl and would stare out the window in her bedroom back in Gotham, watching the spotlight come alive and paint the silhouette of the bat symbol against the night sky.
She missed them. She missed them a lot. Missed eating meals at a full table and the laughter in the manor. Hell, she even missed being ignored, because at least then she could see familiar faces every day. Now, it was wake up, go to work, go to class, then come home. And the process repeated every morning. She was alone in a city where she didn’t know anyone except for one forensic scientist and his wife, going to a college that didn’t even have her real identity. She’d not even said the name “(Y/N) Wayne” out loud for fear that someone with super hearing would hear her and tell her father, instead going by “Melisandre Hale”, a twenty-one-year-old born and raised Central City citizen going to community college. It pained her to admit, that with her decision to grant herself the freedom she desired, it came with a heavy price, and that was the loneliness. And it was worse compared to what it was like back then.
Sighing, she rolled over and pulled the covers up over her head, hoping that when she shut her eyes, she’d stop thinking about what she left behind. Unfortunately, the universe and her mind were never kind, and as she drifted to sleep, she saw the pained faces of her family.
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dating fred weasley and being a ravenclaw
wow i am a SIMP for this man! this ain’t new info but! he is truly such a divine man and like…yeah i had to- also this might be longer because Fred has a lot more things to cover in terms of this and his own issues sksksjjs
warnings: light smut, angst at parts, wicked hot men named frederick gideon weasley, mentions of sexual degrading and not the hot or kinky kind :/ basically dudes being scumbags
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fred thinks you’re an actual literal on god 111% angel sent by god
i swear-
he basically runs into (…literally) when escaping from filch, and knocks into you coming out of transfiguration
and i shit you not, he catches you by the waist like mid dip
oh my GOD please I’m in love with him
Fred Weasley, professional jackass, looked down at you hand still on your waist. He grinned at you and winked and you swore to god you heard the sparkle sound effect. “Hullo, gorgeous.” He heard filch scream “WEASLEY!” and broke away from you, pulling you up and pushing you off of him, leading a running filch to slip in the middle of the hallway, the hall erupting in laughter: including you. Fred inhaled harshly, heart pounding at you laughing at something he managed to pull off. “I’ll…I’ll see you again, yeah?” You froze smiling in place. “Um…yeah…yeah you will?” “Yeah?” He grinned. “Yeah.” With another wink he sped off down the hall…
he couldn’t stop thinking about the wicked hot girl in the hall
god what house was she he thought?
oh shit she had blue on fuck she’s a ravenclaw he thinks. why does he think like that?
she’s outta my goddamn league, he thought before he could stop himself
“Freddie, I know you’re not giving up on the idea of this girl this easy.” George shook his head smirking in the Hall.
“I’m not giving up on anything - she’s just…too good for me.”
“Mate, you know nothing about her except how her eyes ‘sparkled like the stars’ or some whack Tolstoy shit like that…besides, you always did love a challenge, yeah?” At that Fred grinned.
“Georgie, I was thinking exactly the same thing…”
frederick gideon weasley knew what he had to do
FUCKING RUN AROUND THE CASTLE AND LOOK FOR YOU DUH
i swear he probably skipped like a half a day of classes just running from classroom to classroom tryna find your gorgeous self
he also probably was like “anyone seen a literal angel around” and everyone was just like ~please shoot this kid he cannot be deadass~
anyway, he’s starting to run out of breath guys, pobrecito is about to give up for the day and throw in the towel but then
then, fellas and foals-
he sees you
sitting in the center of the quidditch pitch
reading a book and writing in your notebook
and god when i tell you he physically had his ass floored
i mean, Jesus Christ, it’s the way you were just serenely sitting in HIS favorite place in hogwarts, not even in the stands, just absorbing life in the ACTUAL PITCH just
just being there
“What are you doing here, love?” You look up and see Fred, chest heaving, rosy cheeked and fucking glorious. He looked otherworldly with the sun at his back, seemingly glowing. “Knitting a sweater.” You said coolly, and gave a small smile. He bit his lip and made his way over to you and sat down in front of you.
“I’d like that sweater somewhere else, gorgeous.”
“Where, in your mum’s dirty laundry?” He scoffed
“No silly, on me but I’ll take that option too ;)”
You scoffed back and rolled your eyes. “On you? Please, this is made to fit an actual person with a body, Fred.”
“And I don’t have a good enough body for it?”
You bit your lip, gathering courage to look straight back at him. “I wouldn’t know I haven’t seen it.”
and that alone has Fred Weasley garnering a massive tent in his pants
He gulped. “Whats your name, darling?”
“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”
He grinned, blushing wildly. “Y/N, you’re never getting rid of me now”
that, my dear, was the truth at its finest
for the first time, he’d found a woman that matched his energy
his banter his intellectual mind was finally satisfied by this beautiful, honest, blunt girl that made him
HIM, THE MAN THAT CAN NEVER SHUT THE FUCK UP, be still.
be quiet. be at peace
“freddie, don’t fucking prank first years you’re better than that”
“Fred, please don’t be a bully. You’re not an unkind person so don’t act that way, okay? Come on”
it’s about three to five days of just non stop flirting
constantly leaving him breathless and without a rebuttal, again something no one has ever been able to do
after this period, he’s eating in the great hall, not having talked to you today and bouncing his knees violently
and he sees you get up and leave the hall
this prompts him to get up and run after you
“Y/N!” You turn to see him running full speed behind you, and you smile widely, blushing a fair ton as he stops in front of you, chest heaving. Your smile falters as he doesn’t say anything “Fred, w-what’s wrong?” He then bites his lip “I’m sorry but I have to” and presses his mouth to yours. You kiss back immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck as he backs you up against the wall. The kiss is hungry, passionate, and after a few moments he pulls off you and leans his forehead to yours. “I need you.” He says hoarsely. “And I need YOU, Freddie.” He smiles and you wrap your legs around his waist…
from that moment, you two are inseparable
we are talking handsy too
oh fuck this about to get fluffy as hell
freddie basically waits until you’re out of class and then will pin you against the wall and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years
“My angel, it’s been far too long.” He says breathlessly, smiling wide before giving you a kiss attack, sending ammunition of kisses all around your face, making you giggle uncontrollably. “My love, it’s only been an hour,” you say in between full body laughter. He then stops, looking at you very seriously. “Darling, that simply will not do,” he clucks and then throws you over his shoulder, sending you into fits of laughter again as he takes you to your next class.
you and fred have so much sex
empty classrooms
in his dorm
in your dorm
in the locker rooms
in the library
“Freddie, harder baby, please” you gasp out as he’s thrusting inside of you at a rhythmic pace, him slipping into you like hot oil, skin slapping as he has you in the shower. “How much do you need me, angel? Cmon love I wanna hear your words...” “yes, yes I need you please” you moan as he hits a new angle “That’s my princess, taking me so well, do you love it when I fill you up? Fuck you so good you can’t walk?” You nod and throw your head back. “Freddie, I’m gonna come” “Good girl, princess, come all over my cock” He growls setting a faster and harder pace, as he chants your name like a hymnal, his hips and movements getting sloppier as he finally releases into you, chest heaving and presses his lips to your forehead.
“Where should we try next, gorgeous, hmm? I think snape’s office should do it, he won’t even know us from the grease stains from his nose” this earns him a smack on the arm
fred marks you up constantly too
wants everyone to see how much his “good little princess” really feels
anything that says “I choose/belong to fred weasley” he’ll make you do
and you adore it and think it’s hot as fuck
he’s also marked his name onto your thighs and boobs before
george basically accepts the fact that you’re his new baby sister too, and when fred isn’t there will protect you like it ashsajdsahjsa
by this i mean fred has employed him to (but mainly george just does it because he loves you too)
but basically
during potions, draco slides in next to you and propositions you:
“How about we strike a deal, Y/L/N?” He looks at you smugly. You roll your jaw. “Yeah I agree, you shut the fuck up and let me pass our project, and I get all the credit without you destroying my handiwork?” He flares red and grabs your wrist. “I know Weaselbee the fourth probably tastes like the rest of his family - trash - but how I about I let you try something different, hmm?” You immediately pull away from him when he releases and make an attempt to focus back on your book.
fred obviously hears about this because some slytherin guys in the hallway are talking about how much Y/N wants to suck Malfoy’s dick
he’s not stupid, he knows you get sexualized by that dumbass constantly, even before y’all started dating
basically he finds draco in the boys bathroom, corners him, and beats the fuck out of him
“if you ever get near my girlfriend again, i swear to godric i won’t be so nice next time - don’t wanna get your balls cut off before 17 do you?”
oh and he’s stupid hot when he’s mad btw but we all been knew
he finds you where he always finds you once you start dating, in his dorm stop his bed
He swallows thickly at the sight of you clearly upset, watching you sit up immediately tears welling in your throat as you begin to apologize. “Freddie, love, I didn’t do anything I promise I didn’t want him to come onto me-“ “Y/N, it’s never your fault. You have to trust me with that I...I hate seeing people hurt you love.” He pulls your body into him whne he reaches the bed, touching you like you’re porcelain, careful not to break you. “I know I get violent and angry or pouty when guys do that to you because I feel like you’ll either choose someone else or I can’t protect you and...you mean everything to me, my angel.” He whispers into your hair, tears stealing on his cheeks. “I promise no one will hurt you anymore because I love you and loving someone means you do anything for them.” He babbles like a small boy, convincing himself of everything until he realizes he’s said it and he inhales. “Y/N y-you don’t have to say it ba-“ “I want to say it back. Remember? I love you and I need you, Fred.” You look up at him softly, chin on his chest and he smiles through tears on his face. “And I love you and I need YOU, my love.”
fred knows you love him and choose him over everyone but again
he gets insecure
in the way George is scared people won’t see him as Fred
fred is afraid you’ll find someone better
someone more stable and less quick tempered
you guys have fights sometimes that end in frustration or angry sex
but fred is always there an hour later sitting outside your dorm door praying to god you forgive him for his mistake
he’s never abusive or malicious
he just gets impulsive with pranks or doesn’t consider feelings sometimes
ON TO THE BURROW!!!!
molly is so thankful for you and hugs you immediately as you walk through the door whispering
“Thank you for making my son feel how he deserves” and your eyes water lightly murmuring a thank you
you instantly catch bill’s attention as he notices the way fred is so much calmer and confident with you around
he seems more sure of himself, and not as angry
his temper too is calmer with your presence, as if the very essence of you is soothing to all youre around
he is, so so in love with you
and yes he can be brash
and yes he can be insecure
and yes he can be impulsive
but yes he would do anything for you
but yes he sees you like no one else can
but yes he knows you struggle and he wants to be there
fred weasley is absolutely incandescently in love with you
and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
#fred weasley headcanons#fred weasley#fred weasley smut#fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader#Fred weasley imagines#Harry Potter#harry potter imagine
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Burn The Witch 2 - First Impressions [Bucky Barnes x Reader]
A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback to the first chapter my loves ! ❤ Here’s chapter 2, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤
Word Count: 2500
Warnings: Mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language.
Summary: First impressions can be wrong.
Chapter 1
Being a spy for years had taught you to be able to tell whether a mission would be dangerous or not before they even sent you there.
For example, the mission they had put you on three years ago where you had to poison the target in a very crowded ballroom while pretending to be an artifacts expert was a dangerous one.
Or five years ago when you had quite literally brought a dagger into a gun fight in a storage unit, that was also quite dangerous.
But something told you that going after Bucky Barnes would be the most dangerous mission you’d ever had so far, and you weren’t even going to be engaged in a fight.
Instead you were expected to make him fall in love with you, which-
To be honest, engaging in a fight would’ve been much easier.
“This is unacceptable.” Your best friend paced in the empty conference room while you nibbled on the chocolate, keeping your eyes on your phone. “You should’ve said no.”
“I can’t say no, it’s a mission.”
“No, it’s my father treating you like a—like a—“ she threw her hands up, “Honey trap!”
You shrugged your shoulders, scrolling down on the screen but then looked up when she snapped her fingers in front of your eyes.
“Y/N!”
“Chloe if I nail this mission, I’ll get the position I want. I could be a handler next year, do you know how big that is?”
“You need to stop pretending like you’re fine with this.”
“You’re sending me the files tonight right?” you asked, ignoring her huff of impatience and she sat down, crossing her arms.
“Yes,” she said, “Everything there is to know about Bucky Barnes is in there, lots of things you could use. I gathered it myself. His past, his interests back then, what he has been doing since he got here, his favorite porn, his favorite musicians—“
“I’m sorry, what was that last one?”
“His favorite musicians?” she played dumb, grinning and you shifted your weight.
“You wouldn’t do that background check on me, would you?”
Her grin widened as she wiggled her brows, “Just so you know, you’re such a cliché.”
“Jesus Christ.” You slipped a little in your seat, your cheeks burning, “I hate you so much.”
“No you don’t,” she sang and you tried to focus on the screen, but the door to the conference room opened, gathering your attention. Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw the figure stepping inside and you jumped on your feet as Chloe gasped.
“Keith?”
Keith was the third member of your small friend group. He was a field agent just like you were, and for years you, Chloe and Keith had always had each other’s backs, in or outside of missions.
Back at the academy you were inseparable and it had been months since you had last seen him.
“Figured I’d find you two here,” he said, “I just followed the scent of despair.”
“I thought you were still in Prague!” You rushed to hug him and he ruffled your hair before you batted his hand away.
“I was but I got called in at 5 in the morning. General’s orders.”
“It was about time my father did something right.” Chloe came to kiss his cheek, making him grin, “Gosh, it’s so good to have you back!”
“Good to be back, gorgeous,” he lifted her up in a hug before setting her down as she squealed, “I missed you.”
Your jaw dropped when you saw the file in his hand, “Hold on. Is that what I think it is?”
“It could be,” he told you, “That is, if you’ll have me in your mission.”
“The best news I got since I landed.” You pumped your fist in the air “Yes! Yes I do want you in the mission!”
“So then,” he said as he sat beside you and put his feet up on the table while you leaned back, “Is what I heard true?”
“Yes and you need to tell her she’s being ridiculous,” Chloe motioned at you and Keith pursed his lips.
“I just thought we put this whole honey trap thing behind us back in 1950s.”
“Exactly!”
“Guys come on, if Accords pass—screw that, even if they don’t pass, think about how we can use Barnes.”
Keith clicked his tongue, tilting his head.
“Will we use him more than we’re using you right now?” he asked and you rolled your eyes, grabbing the file in his hand.
“Your alias is Whistler this time?”
“Yep,” he nodded, “General says yours is Shrike?”
“Mm hm.”
“Considering what this Barnes mission entails, I’m surprised he didn’t call you Swallow.”
You kicked at his boot and he let out a laugh, holding his hands up.
“What? That was the terminology back in the day for agents seducing people for the mission, wasn’t it? Raven for guys, swallow for girls.”
“Hilarious,” you deadpanned and Chloe sat on the table, still pouting.
“You’re both fine with this then?”
“Chloe, the guy was around in World War 2,” you said patiently, “If I don’t want to sleep with him, I’ll just tell him I’m waiting for marriage, it’s probably not a foreign concept for him, old times and all. Happy?”
She arched a brow, “If you say so,” she said, “But you know there are examples of undercover agents falling for their targets, right? Especially in situations like these.”
Keith chuckled, “Yeah, that’d make a great story for your grandchildren.”
“Except that I wouldn’t get to have those grandchildren because I’d be killed.”
“Don’t say that!”
“Just let me know beforehand if the Winter Soldier decides to make an honest woman out of you,” Keith said and you stuck your tongue out at him.
“Look at you, making jokes.”
“I’m a funny guy, thank you very much,” he said, “So what are we doing tonight?”
“Killing some Hydra scum,” you said, “There’s this gallery opening, apparently evil guys love art nowadays. Who knew?”
“You need a spotter?”
“Sure thing.”
“After you guys are done killing that target, can we hang out?” Chloe asked, “We need to catch up.”
“Only if I get to pick the movie,” Keith made a face, “I don’t trust your taste after the last time.”
“10 Things I Hate About You is a classic!”
“Do you want to hear the one thing I hate about you, Chloe? Spoiler, it’s your taste in movies.”
“Play nice, kids,” you said, skimming the lines on the screen and Chloe huffed.
“Fine. And after that, we can work on the seduction mission.”
“You’re in on that as well?” Keith asked and Chloe nodded.
“Duh.”
“Look at us, Charlie’s Angels is back.” Keith said, “Wait, does that mean General is Charlie?”
You supressed a laugh and shook your head fondly, looking at Keith.
“I missed you, asshole.”
“Missed you too, trouble.”
***
Working for the division you did had its advantages, and it never stopped to surprise you how you could always get the newest gadgets before going on missions. Chloe had installed certain features into your “sniper costume” as she put it, and one of them was a ring that would call the nearby agents of your team to your location, and the other one was a ski mask that was both bulletproof and could change your voice.
“Batman does it, why not you?” she had said before making you try it.
“Shrike, ma’am?” Keith’s voice echoed in your ear and you adjusted your earpiece before checking the harness around your waist, just in case you needed to jump off the building. Your team was already in position if you were in any way compromised, and you started setting your sniper rifle.
“Since when do you call me ma’am?” you asked Keith and he chuckled.
“Since they put you in charge of a team.”
“Don’t listen to him, guys,” you said to the rest of the team and took a look at the city lights, taking a deep breath.
Rooftops were always peaceful, even when you were holding a sniper rifle.
“ETA of the target?”
“Two minutes.” Keith said and you pressed your lips together, pointing the rifle at the entrance of the gallery, looking through the scope.
“So I think I found a movie for tonight,” Keith said as you shook your head slightly, trying to focus.
“Later.”
“James Bond?” he asked, “We can take a shot every time the movie gets something wrong about being a spy. We’ll probably be hammered by the end of the night.”
“One minute, Shrike.” One of the agents said and you exhaled through your mouth, your finger on the trigger.
“No seriously, don’t you guys like James Bond? I think it’s because of that movie I chose this line of work, but—“ Keith was cut off when you pulled the earpiece out of your ear to have a moment of silence so that you could concentrate when the target arrived, but as soon as you grabbed the rifle again, you heard the familiar sound of someone racking the slide of a gun, followed by a calm voice.
“Easy there,” he said, “Put the rifle down.”
You cursed at yourself in your head, then withdrew your hands from the rifle. Your earpiece was off, meaning that no one in your team could hear you, and you checked whether you could grab the gun from him, but he wasn’t standing close enough.
Professional.
You held up your hands, then slowly turned to see who was threatening you before your heart dropped to your stomach.
Damn it.
This was definitely not the way you were supposed to meet Bucky Barnes.
Thankfully you were wearing a ski mask, so your identity wouldn’t be compromised and the next time you met him, you could pretend.
And he would be none the wiser.
You pressed on the ring Chloe had given you to alert the others, keeping your eyes on the barrel of the gun.
“I thought I saw a glimpse of a scope.”
“Congratulations,” you deadpanned, trying to stall so that your team could get there, “You want a watch as a prize? A refrigerator?”
He looked almost surprised at your snarky comment and you shrugged your shoulders.
“Listen, it’s my target. So if you want to kill him, too bad. I was here first, early bird and all that, shoo.”
Even you could see his confusion that lasted for a second and a small smile pulled at your lips.
“Ah. You don’t know who my target is.”
“I know I’m not going to let you kill someone in a pretty crowded gallery.”
“Even if it’s some Hydra scum?” you asked and he pulled back.
“What?”
You stole a look at the entrance of the gallery over your shoulder as the limo pulled over.
“Mm hm. You really shouldn’t be stopping me Barnes. We got this, you can go and play the superhero with Wilson.”
“You know who I am.”
“Everyone knows who you are,” you stated, making him pause for a moment.
“I didn’t catch your name.”
You tut tutted, “Don’t be greedy.”
“Well, how do I know you’re not lying about your target if you can’t even give me your name?”
“Why would I lie about my target?”
“So that I would let you shoot him.”
“Aw, you’re cute,” you taunted him, tilting your head, “But I don’t recall asking for your permission.”
He stared at you for a couple of seconds.
“Who are you?” he asked and you grinned as you heard the footsteps coming closer.
“Until next time, soldier.” You said as the team burst through the door, guns blazing. He turned around to point his gun at the agents, immediately taking cover as you picked up the rifle again.
It was time to get back to work.
You looked through the scope, found the target and pulled the trigger, blood splattering over the walls and chaos erupted over the street instantly, people screaming and running everywhere. You looked over your shoulder to see your team managing to keep Barnes busy with the constant gunshots, then you checked the harness around your waist again and jumped over the roof to land on top of the car waiting for you in the street. The rope went up to the roof as you unbuckled it and got into the car, pulling the ski mask off your face.
“You weren’t compromised, right?” Keith asked and you shook your head.
“I’m not an amateur,” you said as he stepped on the gas, the car breezing through the road.
“You don’t look so happy,” Keith said after taking a look at you and you pursed your lips together, deep in thought.
“He didn’t take me hostage.”
“Hm?”
“When the team burst through the door and I turned around to kill the target. He’s a super soldier, he could’ve grabbed me, use me as a leverage to get out of there. That’s what I’d do but he didn’t attack me or the team, he took cover.”
“So?”
“Keith, it’s the fucking Winter Soldier we’re talking about. He can kill a team of agents in seconds, but I bet he just got out of there. Without hurting anyone.”
“Maybe he’s just a good person.” Keith chuckled and you slipped a little in the seat, biting at your fingernails.
“I guess.”
“Would it be so bad?”
“It would make no difference,” you muttered, keeping your eyes on the city lights, “Good person or not, he’s my mission.”
“Clearly, but aren’t you going to feel just a little guilty if he ends up being a good guy?”
You scoffed a laugh and turned to him.
“I’m no use to anyone if I develop a guilty conscience,” you stated, “Much less to myself. You know that.”
A silence fell upon the car before he heaved a sigh.
“Listen, Chloe has a point as always,” he said, “These kind of missions are hard, okay? The longer you’re playing your part, the easier it will be to believe it. Feelings get involved, there are bunch of agents who ended up hesitating when it was time to bring their target in, so if you—“
“I won’t hesitate.”
“Y/N.”
“I won’t hesitate,” you repeated, “I swear. The minute this mission is over, I’ll bring him in. Orders are orders.”
Keith let out a whistle, “If you say so.”
You bit inside your cheek and leaned your head on the window, fixing your gaze outside.
“Considering the lack of alternatives,” you rasped out, “Yeah. Yeah I do say so.”
Chapter 3
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#the falcon and the winter soldier#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes imagines#bucky barnes x you
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Could you do carol x fem!reader but like so angsty that I can cry myself to sleep even tho I’m on antidepressants and can’t feel anything but plz let there b a happy ending thank u so much love u
I'm not sure if this qualifies as angst but here's a draft I had that I edited a little to fit the request. I hope it does the trick :)
It Wasn't For You
Summary: A mission gone horribly wrong drives a wedge between you and Carol. Is the bond fixable, or are the things you both said unforgivable?
Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader
Warnings: Language
Word Count: 2,998
You weren't sure what that emotion was that was boiling in your blood as you stormed back to your apartment. Was it worry? Were you just upset? You let it sit with you a moment as you unlocked the door. It wasn't either one of those things. It was rage. It was hot, unbridled rage. The cause of it was a certain Avenger who you had thought loved you enough to not do what she'd done. Clearly, she hadn't.
She was right behind you, stepping through the doorway before you could slam it behind you. You growled under your breath as she invited herself into your home, closing the door only once she was in. You didn't even bother turning to face her. You went straight to the bar and poured yourself a drink, not offering her one and not planning to let her touch a single drop of your alcohol. You took a sip of the hard liquor.
"Would you listen to me for one goddamn second?" She huffed out.
"I listened to you for multiple seconds, Carol. It doesn't change any facts."
"I did it for you!"
"I don't give a fuck."
Truly and honestly, you didn't. What she'd done was immoral, infuriating, and wholly unforgivable. She could get down on her knees right there in front of the bar and you wouldn't have batted an eyelash. It wouldn't be enough. In fact, you were convinced that nothing would be enough for you to forgive her. It didn't matter how much you had loved her yesterday or the day before. It didn't how much you loved her today.
"I'd do it again," she assured.
"Then I would do this again," you turned to finally face her, eyes locking with the brown ones that could usually instill a sense of peace in your chest, but today seemed to have no effect. "We're done, Carol. I think it'd be best if you left, please."
You could practically hear her heart dropping into her stomach. There was a part of you that ached to bring her into your arms and soothe that hurt look off her face. You knew better. That piece of you would fade eventually. You'd learn not to love her anymore. In fact, you could probably learn how to hate her. The boiling rage that was flowing through your very veins could assist you with learning that.
"Please-"
"I'm asking you to go," you said, firmer this time. "Please, get out."
If she'd had a tail to tuck between her legs, she absolutely would have. She didn't even bother to protest again. The expression you'd plastered on your face made it clear it wouldn't have done anything anyway. She slowly made toward the door. Her hand touched the doorknob and she cast her gaze back to you once more. You didn't dare let your features soften. You could've sworn there were tears in her eyes as she turned the doorknob and left.
You breathed out as the door closed behind her, finally daring to let tears streak down your cheeks.
*
You stared down the super soldier, neither of you wanting to speak first. He was the team leader though, and basically your boss. You knew even if he was the first one to speak, you were going to be the one spilling everything. You didn't want to, not one bit, but you knew you were going to have to anyway. You wondered if you had the strength to talk about it. You wondered if he had the strength to listen to your recollection of events.
"I just need to know what happened so when they ask-"
"Fuck, Steve! Natasha fucking died and we're sitting here having this stupid conversation," you shouted, rising to your feet, tossing the papers in front of you off the table, and moving to the window. "I have a goddamn funeral to plan!"
"Look, neither of us wants to talk about this, but we have to!"
You sighed, clasping your hands behind your back as you looked out at the compound grounds. There were agents training, running laps around the building. Sam was the one guiding them, seeming to enjoy barking orders at them. You tore your gaze away from a sight that seemed to have lost its beauty now that Natasha wasn't there alongside the Falcon, chuckling with him as they watched the new recruits huff and puff.
"It was me or her and Carol chose me," you finally gave. "I was what would have been fatally outnumbered and Natasha was down. She was in the jet. Carol could have either gone and stopped the jet from crashing, or she could pull me out and neutralize the enemy. She chose the latter. That's what happened. Happy?"
"I need your report."
"I need to plan Natasha's funeral!"
You stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you. You let out the breath that had been stuck in your chest, leaning your head against the wall and shutting your eyes. It hadn't been an easy couple of days. You'd have been surprised if you'd gotten more than three hours of sleep in the last three nights combined. Somehow, though, you still didn't feel tired. You felt a lot of things, but that wasn't one of them.
As if losing Natasha wasn't hard enough, you were also grappling with crippling amounts of anger and guilt. Natasha should have been the one that was saved. She was the obvious choice, and yet here you stood, and Natasha was gone. The anger, though? That was all for Carol. She had promised you that her relationship with you wouldn't have affected her at work, but it had. She'd saved you when she should have saved Natasha and all of those people in the impact zone.
"Can we talk?"
Speak of the devil.
You opened your eyes, using your shoulder blades to push yourself away from the wall. Immediately your entire stance got defensive. You crossed your arms over your chest. You watched as she searched your eyes in hopes of being able to read them like she usually did, but knew it would be to no avail. You didn't want her to know anything about what you were feeling. She didn't deserve to know what you were feeling. All she deserved was to be on the receiving end of your rage.
"No. I told you we're done, Danvers. We don't need to talk anymore."
"I'm not letting you go that easy."
"You don't have a damn choice!" You laughed humourlessly. "You can't stop me. You don't own me, and you definitely don't own my heart."
With that, you stepped around her, walking toward the doors of the compound. You could hear her footsteps trailing behind you. You didn't bother to turn around and glance at her, or even open your mouth to tell her to go away. You just let her follow you as if she were going to get something out of you. She wasn't going to. The last thing you wanted to do was hear some sort of failed explanation as to why she'd decided to save you. You knew why. It was because she couldn't separate home and work. You never should have trusted her to be able to.
You stepped out into the sunlight, cursing the sky for being so bright and sunny when it felt like it should be dark and gloomy. A storm cloud and roaring thunder might appropriately match the way you felt inside. Instead, you were forced to pull your sunglasses down over your eyes as you headed back toward your car, feeling you could use the walk toward it instead of making it come to you- a feature Tony has insisted you needed. As you arrived though, Carol finally reacted.
"Jesus Christ, would you hear me out?" She said, anger in her voice as she grabbed your wrist.
"Let go of me."
"Talk to me."
"I already said no. Let go of me," you demanded.
You ripped your arm out of her grasp, glaring at her as she retracted her arm. You unlocked your car, getting into the front seat. You didn't even glance at Carol as you started the engine, put the car into drive, and pulled out of your spot, leaving her behind.
*
It was early when you woke up the next morning, and immediately your day went different than normal. Your eyebrows furrowed when you stepped out of your bedroom and found an envelope slipped under your apartment door. It was completely unmarked. You knew the danger of anything unmarked. You were an Avenger. You couldn't find it in you to care, though. Without Carol's arms around you, you tossed and turned. Losing Natasha hurt so much more without Carol there to hold you through it. But it was her fault.
You reached down and picked up the envelope. You sliced it open with the knife that was resting on the table beside the front door. What you pulled out was a single piece of lined paper. It had clearly been ripped out of someone's notebook, the torn rings hanging off the left side. You unfolded the paper and immediately recognized Carol's handwriting inside. You crumpled it up and prepared to throw it, but then you hesitated.
She wasn't there. You didn't have to talk to her. You didn't want to talk to her one bit, but you were dying to hear her side of the story. This way, you didn't have to risk breaking and losing yourself to emotion in front of her. You uncrumpled the paper and held it out in front of you. You took a deep breath and let your gaze drift over Carol's familiar handwriting once before you moved your eyes to the top of the page.
Y/N,
I really hope you didn't throw this out. I suppose if you're reading this, you didn't.
I know you don't want to talk to me. If I were you, I might not want to talk to me either. Your best friend died and it is entirely and completely my fault. I know that. It is my fault. I could have saved her, and I didn't. I just need you to know why.
I know you think that I broke my promise. I promised you, Steve, and every Avenger, including Natasha, that I would never let our relationship affect our work. It must seem like I failed to do that. I didn't break that promise. I love you. I do. But I wouldn't do that.
I knew that saving Natasha was more likely to be successful than saving you. Saving her would have meant saving those three civilians too. Not saving you, though, meant that they would have gotten away, and it meant they would have killed dozens of our agents on their way out. There were so many of them. They outgunned our men by too much. I didn't do it for you. I did it for them.
It breaks my heart that I couldn't save her. If I could have given my life for hers, I'd have done it in a heartbeat. If choosing her over you had been the right choice, I'd have done it. I promise you that.
I love you, even if you can't love me back.
- C
*
Tears spilled from your eyes as the empty casket was lowered into the ground. When a hand brushed ever so lightly against yours, you stiffened. You glanced for a moment over at the woman beside you. Those brown eyes were locked on you as well, for a moment, before turning back to the burial. You took a deep breath before moving, threading your fingers between hers. You pulled a little closer to her.
Maybe you should have listened to her. That letter you'd received yesterday had been a lot to think about. You'd been so angry with Carol because she'd closed you over Natasha and you'd been selfish enough to think it was because she couldn't separate her feelings for you from work. When you'd found out that wasn't the case, it had taken away all your reason to be angry at her. What happened to Natasha wasn't her fault.
Once the red had faded, you'd realized how stupid you'd been being. Carol had obviously been hurting and you'd been gatekeeping pain because you'd been blaming yours on her. The guilt stewing in her gut was probably millions of times worse than yours. She'd had to make that choice out in the field. It was the right choice, you saw now, but that would never matter. You knew how that felt, and you'd pushed her away and left her to deal with it alone. You wouldn't blame her if she couldn't forgive you for that.
When the funeral ended and people started heading toward the reception, you stayed glued to the spot. You could tell Carol wasn't sure what to do. Her hand had tried to pull away to give you space, but this time it was you that didn't let her leave you. The hand that was in hers tightened enough that she got the message. You had to wonder if she'd stay to hear it. As always, though, she was better than you. Her efforts to move away stopped.
You stayed silent for a moment, standing in that position and wondering what to say. There might not have been words enough to express just how sorry you were. There might not have been anything you could say that would make her forgive you. You deserved that, though. You broke up with her. There was no obligation for her to take you back and you hadn't given her any reason to want to. You were the one who had pushed.
"I'm sorry, Carol," you muttered, knowing full well that wasn't enough. "I'm sorry for everything. I was selfish."
"I get it," she admitted. "It's okay."
She was better than you.
But it wasn't okay. What you'd done to her was far from okay. You'd taken one look at the guilty relief in her eyes after that mission and decided that she'd sacrificed Natasha for you. She was allowed to be relieved. You would have been, if the roles had been reversed. Just because you lost Natasha, didn't mean Carol wasn't allowed to be a little relieved that the love of her life survived. Now, you didn't get to be that.
"Baby... Carol, I just wanted you to know that I read what you wrote and I'm sorry for how I'd reacted. I'm sorry I didn't stop to hear you out before that and I'm sorry I pushed you away when you were obviously hurting."
She dared to pull you a little closer. "You can still call me Baby."
You had to let out a light chuckle at that, despite the tears on your face. You wondered if you were mourning Natasha or your relationship with Carol. Whatever the case, she reached out and brushed the pad of her thumb across your cheek. You couldn't resist leaning a little harder into her hand. She got the message, opening her hand and cupping your cheek, her palm pressing delicately against your skin and her thumb continued to trace your cheekbone.
"You were hurting too," she assured quietly. "You reacted that way because you were grieving. You needed someone to blame."
"It shouldn't have been you."
"I was easy," she said, hands sliding down so they were both in yours. "I could have saved her and I didn't. Whatever reasoning I might have had, that was the truth."
"I'm supposed to love you."
"You don't love me?" She questioned.
"I do! Of course I love you, Carol. But I haven't been great at doing that recently. I should have-"
"You love me and you were grieving your friend. That's it. And I love you too," she said, squeezing your hands. "Can we stop being broken up now?"
She was standing in front of you, a tiny smile on her lips, and forgiving you. She was asking you to take her back, like it wasn't supposed to be you on your knees begging for her forgiveness. You stepped forward, taking your hands out of hers so you could instead put them on her cheeks, and pulled her toward you until your lips had met. She kissed you back immediately, her hands finding your hips. She pulled away from you.
"So yes?" She said, a hint of teasing in her voice. "Because Natasha got us together and breaking up for good over her casket would not be honouring her memory very well."
"No, it wouldn't," you said, leaning your head onto her shoulder. You looked down at the wooden casket. "I miss her so much already, Carol."
"I know. Me too, Honey."
Your heart felt the slightest bit lighter now. You would've given anything for Natasha to be okay. The fact that she was gone still felt like a knife through the chest. At least now, though, you had Carol to hold you at night and kiss the tears off your cheeks. She had you to do the same for her. That was all either of you could do. Now, only time could lessen the pain. Carol put her arms around you and held you closer.
Just as you went to tell her once again that you loved her, her phone rang. She pulled it from her pocket, frowning at the number that was coming from outside the country. She showed it to you and you took the phone from her.
"Hello?"
"Did it work? Do they think I'm dead?" Said the so familiar voice.
You glanced up at Carol, sure the shock on her face matched yours.
"Natasha, what the hell-"
"We've got a new mission. Are you and your lovebird up for it?"
Carol kissed your cheek and then spoke to the woman on the phone. "Absolutely."
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